Chapter 5 Inspection

So, the ugly truth of these top executives talking behind the female president is all out in the open now.

"This is way too much! Missy is the only legitimate daughter of the Hamilton family! What the hell were they thinking?" Jason, the President's secretary sitting in the passenger seat, was so angry that his cheeks turned red.

"Ah, all that stuff about being the legitimate daughter, that's all in the past now. I don't care about It, yet here you are still fussing over it."

Kira squinted her eyes, reached out, and pinched Jason's cheek, turning it even redder.

"Kira, you're the future President New Lake, can't you act a bit more like a leader? Don't treat Jason like this." Ethan frowned slightly.

"What's wrong? It's okay for male bosses to flirt with female secretaries, but I can't touch my male secretary's face?"

Kira smirked, "Besides, he should be thanking me!"

Ethan just shook his head, his eyes filled with a doting and gentle smile.

Meanwhile,

The executives gathered around Kira and Ethan as they walked into the hotel.

The vice president, Liam Porter, led them towards the elevator, but Kira casually said, "I want to take a look at the restaurant first."

Well, okay! She started inspecting the moment she stepped in, without even saying hello!

Nervously, Liam led President Hamilton and the others to the buffet restaurant.

Ethan remained calm, just letting his sister do her thing.

It wasn't lunchtime yet, so there were no customers in the restaurant, but the waiter staff had already started setting up the food.

Kira's sharp eyes scanned the dishes, stopping abruptly at the seafood section.

She rolled up her sleeves, reached into the glass tank, and accurately picked out a dead shrimp from hundreds.

"Explain."

"Th... this shrimp isn't dead..." Liam stammered.

"It's not dead? Then how about you try it?" Kira said, smiling.

"President Hamilton, as you can see, there are many shrimps, it's normal if one is dead..."

"It's normal for a shrimp to die, but if a customer ate it and got food poisoning, would you still think it's normal?"

Kira immediately dropped her smile, "Also, there are 356 shrimps in this tank. I quickly counted, there were five dead shrimps and at least thirty barely alive. I don't know how the customers would feel when they find such things in their $30 meal, but my opinion is, I'll never come to this hotel again! Dispose of all seafood immediately and find a new supplier. If I see one dead shrimp in tomorrow's lunch, I'll bring it back for you to taste."

Liam was scared stiff, and the executives were stupefied.

Only Ethan and Jason knew that Kira had an amazing memory, she could remember a lot of information at a glance. When she was young, she even helped the police solve a major crime case with those eyes.

Counting a few shrimps was a piece of cake for her.

After arriving at the guest rooms, Kira took a white handkerchief from Jason and gently wiped it on the wall and picture frames.

"The cleaning is subpar, there's dust, redo it."

The executives were utterly hopeless.

"You must be thinking I'm being overly picky about these details, right?"

Kira appeared calm, but her tone was serious, "But these minor issues could lead to the downfall of a century-old hotel. If these problems were found by the star rating committee, we would lose our star rating!"

She gestured to Jason, who understood and ordered, "Open the door to this guest room."

The head of the room department fumbled to open the door. In the past, when bosses came for inspections, they would usually clean two sample rooms for them to check, just for show.

But President Hamilton completely ignored the standard procedures!

Kira entered the room, first inspecting the bathroom, then the bedroom, sitting on the bed.

Immediately, her face turned serious.

But she didn't say anything, just ended the inspection and went to the General Manager's office with her brother.

"How do you feel after the inspection?" Ethan asked with a smile.

"Heh, it's a complete mess."

Kira collapsed onto the sofa, propping her elbow on the armrest and sighing. "Is dad testing me or mocking me? This hotel is the pits! Is this really a property of the Hamilton family?"

"Kira, this hotel was founded by our grandfather. The Hamilton group started with the hotel industry and gradually expanded with hard work. That's how we got the Hamilton Group today. This hotel is not a disaster, but a place carrying the sentiments of three generations of the Hamilton group. But because we now have too many businesses, and indeed, the hotel industry has been in a slump these past few years, we all have our own jobs, so... it was neglected."

Ethan sighed with self-blame and helplessness, "You'll have to work harder."

That's when Kira noticed the all-black plano in the corner.

She held her breath.

"I had it put there. I remember you used to play the piano when you were feeling down, or you'd go to the riding range and have a good horse ride."

Ethan blinked, "I think you'll be busy these next two months, horse riding is not realistic, so when you're tired, play a few pieces. You play the piano very well, I remember..."

"Thank you. But I haven't played the piano in a long time."

Kira's throat was dry, an old wound in her heart that had taken so long to heal quietly opened again. The blood flowing from her cold heart was still hot.

"What happened?" Ethan was startled.

"I injured my hand while working as a doctor. Without Borders, rescuing casualties on the battlefield. I ruptured the ligament in my little finger. It didn't break, but it's as good as useless. It can't play a wide range of notes anymore. I might as well stop playing."

Kira tried to sound as calm as possible when recounting the story.

Ethan's heart ached, he quickly held his sister's hand.

"Was it... for Thiago?"

"Yes, and no."

When Kira heard that name, it still hurt like hell, but she managed to put on a radiant smile. "I got injured for world peace, that's something to be proud of."

Five years ago, she bumped into Thiago, the man she had been missing, right on the battlefield of Solanis.

She was a field medic and he was a peacekeeper.

He fought for peace, and she almost lost the function of her hand trying to get him, a severely wounded soldier, back to safety.

Back then, she saw it as an honor. Now, every time she looked at her numb pinkie, all she felt was pain.

But that was all in the past. Even if she had loved the wrong man, she wasn't going to sob and regret it.

Just then, Jason hurriedly knocked on the door and walked in.

"Miss, I've found what you asked for. Our hotel's bedding and some furniture are supplied by Vintage Elegance. Mr. Liam was in charge of the contact."

"Vintage Elegance, huh."

Kira elegantly crossed her legs, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Tell the finance department to get me the hotel's account for the past two years. Then, contact a new bedding supplier and replace Vintage Elegance entirely!"

"Such a big move?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"Vintage Elegance was founded by Thiago's brother."

"So, it's a personal grudge," Ethan and Jason said simultaneously.

"No! It's because Vintage Elegance's products are subpar. They sold us cheap bedding for our Solanis hotel, so I'm going to punish them," Kira emphasized.

Just the thought of that lousy mattress made her angry. Uncomfortable accommodations could affect customer reviews. No wonder there were so many bad reviews online!

"There's another thing..."

Jason hurriedly spoke again, "President Hamilton asked me to keep an eye on the Anderson family's situation. I just got word, Mr. James had a stroke and is hospitalized in our Hamilton group's hospital!"

"He's in the hospital?!" Kira immediately stood up, in a state of great anxiety.

At that moment, Ethan's phone rang.

He glanced down at the screen and smiled slightly.

"Kira, it's your ex-husband."