The manager glanced at Davis and took a deep breath, meeting his gaze head-on.
"I'm not playing any games," he muttered.
"Alright then," Davis said coolly. "What happened to the Angela Wear fitting room?"
The manager stared at him a tinge of irritation flickering in his eyes. "Does my job include looking after some bunch of clothes?" he asked back.
"Davis nodded slightly. "I see. But tell me… do you have any idea what the consequences of sabotaging that function are?"
"Function? Sabotage? It's not my business. I only manage this hotel and nothing more," he retorted.
Davis looked at him calmly for a while, he carefully analyzed the young man's countenance. A cold smirk curling up his lips as he noticed the manager's subtle aversion to the matter.
"Alright, I've changed my mind," Davis snapped.
The managers head snapped towards him, his brow furrowed. "Changed mind? Aren't we going to the surveillance room?"He asked, visibly confused.
