NovelEnglish"Okay.
The bartender guided Hannah to a private room before he hurried to the manager's office and knocked on the door.
He knocked several times, but when no one responded, he gathered his nerve and twisted the doorknob.
"Mr.
Wainwright..." Suddenly, a pillow hurtled through the air and thudded against the door.
Clive, clearly still groggy and irritated from sleep, glared at the bartender.
"There had better be a good reason for you to disturb my sleep!" The bartender hesitated, then said, "Mr.
Wainwright, there's a woman named Hannah here to see you.
I thought I should..." At the mention of Hannah, the annoyance faded from Clive's eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe got to his feet, grabbed his coat, and stepped out.
"Why didn't you say so sooner?" The bartender muttered to himself, realizing Clive hadn't given him a chance to explain.
"Where is she?" he asked sharply.
The bartender quickly responded, "She's in a private room.
I'll show you the way.
When they reached the private room, Clive swung the door open to find Hannah already there, seated and waiting.
He hesitated for a moment before turning to the bartender beside him.
"Could you bringour finest liquors?" "Of course, sir.
" Clive sat down across from Hannah and remarked, "You've been out of touch for quite a while.
Mr.
Vargas was convinced you were wrapped up in smajor deal.
Is there anything you need my help with this time?" With Clive, it was always straight to the point.
Hannah flashed a smile.
"I always have a reason for my visits.
I need a favor from you.
" Clive nodded.
"Go ahead and ask.
Even if I'm reluctant, Mr.
Vargas would certainly step in.
" He spread his hands with a slight grimace.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You're the one in charge here, after all.
"1 Noticing his tone, Hannah chuckled and probed, "What's the matter? It's only been half a year since we last met.
Is there something bothering you about me?"
Clive averted his gaze, unwilling to meet Hannah's probing eyes, and Vi replied stiffly, "No. Hannah, undeterred, gestured emphatically toward the table.
"If you have something to say, just spit it out.
Enough with the secrets.
You know what bothersthe most.
" "Fine.
Since you're adamant, I'll cut to the chase," Clive said, a flicker ofO M resentment clouding his features. "Why didn't you speak up when our boss reached out to you earlier?" "I was abroad.
I couldn't reach out because of safety concerns, so I changed my number,” Hannah explained. "ALL right.
Then I've got nothing more to add," Clive conceded, his demeanor deflated.
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