At the front desk of a high-rise hotel.
Hisana, now reincarnated as a human, was dealing with a difficult customer.
"Hey, you little receptionist, didn't I tell you? I'm a VIP Gold Card member, I just forgot my card. Why won't you let me in?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but hotel policy requires the VIP Gold Card for entry!" Hisana said apologetically to the portly man in front of her.
"If you truly forgot your card, you can also provide the card number. All card numbers are recorded in the system. I can check it for you right away."
Hisana said respectfully, her posture straight, showing no sign of submission, neither humble nor arrogant.
But her words only enraged the fat man further.
"Damn it! What do you think your hotel is? I have your VIP Gold Card, that should be enough! And you expect me to remember the card number?"
"Damn it! Isn't face recognition enough? I've stayed at so many hotels, and they all use face recognition!"
The fat man grew even angrier.
Seeing his behavior, the heavily made-up woman beside him looked very helpless.
She had already lost enough dignity today. She shouldn't have believed this fat man in the first place. He had no power or influence, yet he acted so arrogantly.
So, the woman said to the fat man: "Um, honey, I just remembered I have something to do. I'll go ahead!"
With that, the woman slipped away, leaving the fat man to rage impotently.
This made him even angrier. For someone like him, the need to show off was sometimes even greater than physical needs.
Physical needs could be satisfied elsewhere, but the need to show off was a must!
"Where's the manager? Call your manager! I want to see him!" The fat man started yelling.
Seeing him like this, Hisana was very helpless: "Sir, we've already notified the manager. Please don't yell in the lobby, or we will have to ask security to escort you out."
"You wretch!" Looking at the reasonable Hisana, the fat man got even angrier.
Fortunately, at that moment, a man in a suit with gold-rimmed glasses hurried over.
"Hello, sir, I'm the hotel manager. How can I help you?" The manager said respectfully.
"Her, that's her! She showed me no respect at all! I'm a VIP Gold Card's member! Is this how you treat your VIPs?"
"With this kind of service, believe me, I'll tell everyone about it in our group chat, and no one in Karakura Town will ever come to your hotel again!"
The fat man threatened viciously.
Seeing him like this, the manager's expression remained unchanged, but a faint, almost imperceptible trace of mockery flickered in the depths of his eyes.
"Okay, okay, I'm very sorry, sir. This is our mistake."
"How about this: please come with me, and your room fee for this visit will be fully comped. How does that sound?" The manager said, trying to appease him.
However, the fat man was not grateful at all.
"No, you also have to apologize to me personally. And especially that woman..."
Looking at Hisana's elegant features and her plum-blossom-like temperament, a wicked glint appeared in the fat man's eyes.
"I want this woman to keep me company, otherwise I won't forgive you!"
The fat man yelled.
Seeing the fat man like this, the other receptionist beside Hisana was furious: "You fat..."
She didn't finish, but Hisana had already reached out to cover her mouth.
Seeing this, the manager breathed a sigh of relief, then gave Hisana a meaningful look.
The manager then turned back to the fat man and bowed deeply: "Okay, sir. It would be Kojika's honor to serve you."
"Please go rest in your room first. I'll have Kojika freshen up and come up shortly."
"Hmph, that's more like it!" The fat man was finally satisfied with the manager's attitude.
Then, holding his big belly, he waddled towards the elevator.
The farce was over.
However, the receptionist looked at the manager very discontentedly: "Manager, how could you agree to that fat pig like that? And Kojika, why didn't you say anything?"
"Heh heh, silly child, what the manager said wasn't true!" Hisana, who is referred to as Kojika, looked affectionately at the young receptionist beside her.
Kojika was her name in this life.
"Huh?" The receptionist was confused: "What do you mean?"
"What it means is..." The manager beside her straightened his bent back, loosened his tie, and a flash of suppressed rage crossed his face.
In an instant, he transformed from a well-dressed manager into a suit-clad scoundrel, a gentleman thug.
The manager continued: "Even if he is a VIP Gold Card holder, he can't act like this in the hotel."
"And if he really is a VIP Gold Card holder, that's one thing. But if he's not..."
"Hmph!" The manager snorted heavily.
His meaning was clear without words.
Seeing this, the young receptionist finally understood: "So that's it! That's great!"