My Billion-Dollar Account Hates Good People

5. Messed Up Hotel

The moment the black card appeared, the security guard stopped talking and his eyes widened slightly. Abby had given it to me before we got out of the car, it was the same one connected to the sin account as she liked to call it.

“…Sir,” he corrected himself quickly. The second guard beside him leaned closer slightly as if trying to confirm what he was seeing, and even the hotel manager nearby suddenly turned toward us.

Abby folded her arms with a faint smirk on her face, clearly enjoying the situation.

“What?” I asked slowly, pretending not to understand.

The first guard swallowed hard before forcing a polite smile. “My apologies, sir. Please come in.”

He was lucky to not have embarrassed me too much else there would have been more to the story. The new treatment and overall change in behavior, I liked it and I could not help but smile a bit, with my heads high.

“Careful,” Abby chuckled. “That feeling becomes addictive.”

I ignored her and looked at the guard instead. “What changed?” I asked calmly.

“You are a premium guest.” He answered, almost bowing.

Two hours ago I was calculating whether I could afford instant noodles, now I was apparently a premium guest in the most expensive hotel in the city. Which I thought was strange considering that all I had was two million dollars to my name, not hundred of millions like those who frequents the hotel. Must have something to do with the card too I guessed.

While he was still speaking, the manager hurried toward us immediately with two female attendants behind him.

“Welcome to Imperial Crown, sir,” he said respectfully. “We sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding.”

The same people who looked disgusted by me seconds ago were now bowing their heads slightly. And nearby guests started whispering again. But this time, it was different.

Now they were curious, like who am I? And why did the hotel staff suddenly look nervous around me? I noticed the couple that laughed earlier staring at me awkwardly now.

“You’re smiling again.” Abby noted,

“…Am I?”

“Yes,” she replied. “That’s how it starts.” Before I could ask what she meant, the manager spoke again.

“Would you like us to prepare the presidential dining lounge for you, sir?” Abby answered before I could embarrass myself, because my jaws were already dropping to my feet.

“Yes,” she said casually. “And send your best chef.”

“Immediately, miss.”

They moved fast, and it was actually insane. Employees rushed around instantly while doors were opened for us like royalty had arrived. As I walked into the massive hotel lobby, I almost forgot to breathe because everything sparkled.

I could name them all but that would take up the whole book. From crystal chandeliers to marble floors and golden decorations. I swear even the air smelled expensive.

“You’re staring too much,” she commented.

“Well excuse me,” I muttered. “Some of us grew up eating noodles.”

She laughed softly again. “I keep forgetting you were poor this morning.”

A few guests looked toward us as we entered the private elevator area. And most of them looked at the woman first, then at me and back at me again, probably trying to figure out how someone dressed like me ended up beside someone like Abby.

Inside the elevator, I finally looked at the black card again.

“That is my grandfather’s account cards.” She said before I could ask.

“Cards? As in plural?”

“There are several.” She replied.

My eyebrows furrowed immediately. “How many people have this account?”

“No idea.”

The elevator doors opened quietly into an enormous private dining floor. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooked the entire city skyline while soft piano music played somewhere nearby. Expensive tables stretched across the room with candlelights glowing softly, and there was nobody else here.

“For us?” I asked.

The manager smiled immediately. “Of course, sir.”

I sat awkwardly while employees immediately surrounded the table placing water, towels and menus in front of us. One lady even bowed slightly while pouring my drink. And I nearly looked behind me to check if there was another person sitting there.

“Enjoy it,” Abby chimed in. “Poor people spend their entire lives dreaming about moments like this.”

I looked down at the menu. “What the hell?! A steak costs three thousand dollars?!”

“That’s actually cheap here.” I stared at her like she had lost her mind, but she calmly flipped through the menu without caring. Meanwhile I was mentally calculating how many months of rent one steak could pay for.

“You’re doing it again,” she said.

“Doing what?”

“Thinking poor.”

“I was poor.”

“Not anymore.” Before I could respond, movement near the entrance caught my attention. Three people entered the dining floor laughing loudly. It was a man and two women. And the moment I saw the man’s face, my expression changed instantly.

It was Tyler, Vanessa’s new rich boyfriend. The same idiot who supposedly is better than me in everything was here with two other women that were not even Vanessa. He stopped walking immediately after seeing me, and his eyebrows slowly furrowed.

“Well isn’t it him?” he exclaimed, and the two girls beside him looked confused. “You followed me here?” he asked, now staring directly into my eyes.

“What?” I asked with a frown, again Abby was not even bothered, she just watched. Tyler glanced at her briefly before smirking mockingly.

“Ohhh I get it now.” He nodded slowly. “You’re working as some rich girl’s driver?”

The girls burst into laughter instantly, “You seriously came here looking like that?” he mocked. “This place is way above your tax bracket.”

Abby calmly sipped her wine without interfering. And Tyler looked around dramatically before speaking louder intentionally.

“Security really lets anybody inside these days huh?”

I also looked around too and noticed that some nearby staff members immediately looked uncomfortable. Because unlike Tyler, they had already seen the black card and they knew exactly who Tyler was talking to.

Tyler noticed their silence and frowned slightly. “What?” he snapped. “Why are you all staring?Relax, I’m just talking to my girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend.”

He smirked proudly after saying it, but then his eyes moved toward the luxury table setup in front of me, and his expression changed slightly.

“…Wait.” For the first time since approaching, his eyes landed on the black card resting beside my hand and his eyes widened. I thought I had won this round, but his next reaction was something I would have never expected.