Charlie wade brought Song Rife to the door of the hotel room. Just as he was about to open the door, the door to the presidential suite at the far end of the corridor swung open. Tawana stepped out, spotting Charlie wade and exclaiming in delight, “Mr. Wade, I was just looking for you.”
Then, noticing Song Rife beside Charlie wade, dressed in black, Tawana was instantly captivated by the woman’s unique aura, struck with awe.
She couldn’t fathom why Charlie wade was bringing a woman back to his room late at night. Was it an affair? Or perhaps a prostitute he’d picked up somewhere?
Charlie wade, however, said calmly, “Come, Tawana, let me introduce you. This is Miss Song, my assistant.”
Song Rife looked at Tawana with delight and said politely, “Miss Svet, hello! I’m a fan of yours!”
Tawana nodded courteously, stepping forward to shake Song Rife’s hand. “Miss Song, pleasure to meet you.”
Inwardly, she was puzzled. Charlie wade’s role as her feng shui consultant was more of a publicity stunt than actual work, so why did he need an assistant?
Charlie wade didn’t bother explaining further. He opened the door and said to Song Rife, “Miss Song, the suite to the left of the living room is reserved for you. You can go in first.”
Song Rife nodded respectfully. “Understood, Mr. Wade.”
Then, turning to Tawana, she added, “Miss Svet, I’ll head in. If you have business, please take your time with Mr. Wade.”
Hearing Charlie wade mention a separate suite for Song Rife, Tawana felt reassured that their relationship was likely professional. Given Charlie wade’s character, if there were anything more, he wouldn’t bother putting on a facade for her.
After Song Rife entered, Charlie wade asked Tawana, “You were looking for me?”
“Well, yes… or maybe not…” Tawana stammered, suddenly nervous.
She didn’t have any real reason to seek Charlie wade out, only feeling restless on a long night and wanting to chat to build their rapport.
Charlie wade frowned. “So, is there something or not?”
Tawana, embarrassed, stared at her toes and mumbled, “Nothing specific, really. Just couldn’t sleep and thought I’d ask Mr. Wade for a drink.”
Charlie wade nodded. “Sure, let’s have a couple of drinks inside.”
“Really?” Tawana’s eyes lit up. “I won’t be disturbing your rest, will I?”
Charlie wade waved it off. “Not at all. Come in. We can invite Miss Song to join us. She’s had a long journey and could probably use a drink.”
With that, Charlie wade pushed open the door, gesturing for Tawana to enter.
Tawana had hoped for a private drink with Charlie wade, but seeing his openness, she realised that neither she nor Song Rife held any special place in his eyes—they were likely equal in his view.
She followed Charlie wade inside, and he invited her to sit on the living room sofa. Moving to the small bar counter stocked with the hotel’s selection of drinks, he asked, “What would you like?”
“Red wine,” Tawana replied without hesitation.
Charlie wade nodded, opening a bottle of red wine, then said, “I prefer Chinese baijiu.”
He pulled out a bottle of premium Maotai from the bar.
