18 No Remorse (1/2)

The people from Shield Security is in a dilemma.

They couldn't actually evict me from the building regardless of whatever I say.

That is insubordination.

They also couldn't reveal my identity without my permission.

I decide to give them a way out since the awkwardness of the situation is getting annoying.

I also didn't have any time to waste.

Ironic, considering I have absolute control over the aspect of time itself.

”When there are two oppositions to a conflict. Just remove one and everything will be solved. Did you guys not trained for this?”

At my word, the men nod in understanding.

To be a member of Shield Security, they all have to go through basically hellish training. In return, they and their family never have to worry about money again.

The men swiftly head around the front counter and grab Jasmine instead.

They have made the right choice – the only choice, really.

”Wait? What... what are you doing!? Why are you evicting me? Don't you know who I am!?”

Blood seems to drain from her face when she was grabbed by security. She attempts to resist them as they pull her off her seat and drag her out from behind the counter.

She is then being dragged out of the hotel forcefully.

The men and women who are relaxing in the lavishly decorated lobby take note of the scene and begin to whisper amongst themselves.

The main topic is who I am.

I am obviously not an ordinary person.

”Geeze. You have no clue, do you? If I am just any one from the street, do you really think I would walk into an Oxford hotel and cause a problem? At least think before you say something stupid and insult me and my guest. I will see how you like it being homeless and discriminate against for the rest of your life.”

I comment as Jasmine is dragged pass by me.

Halle is speechless, watching the scene.

She couldn't get her head around who or what I am.

Having a supernatural power is one thing, but what I say seems to be absolute law.

No one goes against me. No one dares to.

”Let me go! I said let me go! Call the manager! Someone call the manager!”

Jasmine screams. It appears that she knows the manager.

That is interesting. I am curious.

”Alright. Stop. Can someone please go and get the manager like she has very vocally requested. I really want to see whether this manager has the ability to change my mind.”

The servicemen and attendants hesitate at my request, not knowing what to do. There has never been a situation like this since the inception of the hotel more than a decade ago.

In addition, everything is very strict and orderly in the hotel. This is due to the status of some of the customers regularly stay at the hotel.

Even so, customers are not above the established hierarchy.

”You jest, Mr. Maxwell.”

A voice speak up from the elevator. A man in his thirties steps forward with an refine air of confidence and strength.

A stylized shield emblem is pin on his chest, telling me that he is one of the higher ranking members of Shield.

”Manager! Manager!”

Jasmine calls out, but the man ignore her completely.

Instead, he gives me a light bow and introduce himself as hotel manager as well as the head of security of the building.

[Richard Cromwell, born August 12, 1958. Head of Shield Security, Hollywood Division. Acting Manager of Oxford Hotel.]

I acknowledge the information provided by Selene and examine the man. His footsteps is very silent, showing his combat experience. He could probably take on an assault team and win.

Well, he has to be in order to be head of a Shield division.

Shield operates out of the hotel on lower floors. It is one of their branch in Hollywood.

This mean unless you are preparing to die and fight your way through an army of highly trained men, it is better to not cause any trouble in the building.