"I'm sorry, Eleanor, I'll be more careful next time."
"What good is being careful now, the mistake has already been made. I'm telling you, if the hotel deducts our commission, I'll deduct it from you!"
Becca didn't respond.
Just then, a rich, steady voice came through, "It's just a small mistake, no need to go as far as deducting commission. The young lady has cut her hand, it's more important to let her get it bandaged first."
Seeing who it was, Eleanor immediately nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, Mr. Jones, it was my mishandling... Go do your work!"
"Yes."
Rebecca Quentin quickly walked away, and after taking a few steps, she instinctively turned back to look at the person who had just helped her.
The silver-gray suit and the handsome figure, which easily left a deep impression, told her that this "Mr. Jones" was the last guest she had escorted.
"Mr. Jones, the restroom is this way, please follow me."
