The Traps of Black Swan

Meanwhile, in a private room of Michelin restaurant,

The Skylar executives had picked Mr. Palmer and his assistant from the airport. First, Palmer scolded Dax's employees, mentioning they were unworthy to receive them. Then picked Aarvi's name and scolded her for not handling things properly. As if it wasn't enough at the airport to create the drama, he even berated the Mercedes Maybach they had sent to pick up Palmer. It was a shabby car in Palmer's view.

The lady employee who was appointed to delegate them was in tears by the time she alighted the Maybach at the Morris hotel. The manager had sent her home and took the responsibility on himself. Palmer pointed out that too and said they didn't have an efficient secretary.

Then Palmer had a problem with the suite booked for him. They had booked a hotel which was closer to the city center and the company. Morris was a high-end hotel, yet he wanted fancy hotels which were in different parts of the city.

Dax didn't know all those, yet. He met Palmer directly at the restaurant and mentioned Aarvi's schedule was full so she couldn't make it. He apologized to him on her behalf. Yet Palmer was very rude. He behaved as if Dax wasn't visible and then scorn him again and again.

Dax clenched his teeth while sitting at the dining table in front of Mr. Palmer. The latter had complaints about every bloody thing. Dax was losing it, especially when Mr. Palmer was scolding Aarvi.

Aarvi wanted to attend the dinner. She even asked Dax to have a good weekend with Tiana but he insisted on handling it as Zelda was coming after nine years. 

Initially, he was forcing a faint smile to appear polite to the old man, and now he was sitting with a murderous look. His assistant and resort project manager didn't dare to look him in the face.

Palmer's assistant had no idea why his boss was behaving like an ass. Everyone had lost their appetite due to Palmer. Yet his assistant tried to focus on his dinner avoiding Dax's eyes. Dax was holding his knife as if he was going to chop them and holding the fork as if he was going to stab them.

Whereas Palmer had displeasure written all over his face. He ignored how he was affecting everyone's mood and appetite. "Where did I come here to disrespect myself?" He scoffed aloud

He slapped the fork on the table, "What is this? The chicken isn't even juicy. It's so dry and horrendous." It was the fifth dish he commented harshly.

Dax knew Aarvi wouldn't say a word to him if he kicked this old man out of the country, but he was holding back for the company. It wasn't the first time he was meeting a jerky, unprofessional chief of companies, but this one topped the list.

Now he has lost the patience to cater to him. "Excuse me…" He said loud enough to get the waiter inside the room.

Palmer leaned back and crossed his arms smugly. He was sure he would get another dish in front of him.

The waiter entered inside, "Sir!?"

Dax requested so politely that the secretary had goosebumps, "Could you please get me a glass of water, some salt, sugar, lemon juice, and chili sauce. Thank you."

Everyone including the waiter was confused. However, the waiter obliged and went out to get them. Palmer snorted in mind thinking Dax ignored him. He questioned scornfully, "Is this the lousy hospitality of your company? At this rate, I bet you guys will destroy yourself before stepping out of your well."

Dax ignored him completely. He somehow felt like eating after he decided to give that old man a lesson. He held the fork against his spoon and twirled it around with a noise. The Italian pasta rolled around the fork and he took a bite. He hummed and turned to his secretary, "I think we should hire the chef for some office events. What do you think?" The chef was really good and the food was amazing. If the old man was being a d*ck, Dax was ready to show how to be a jerk.

Palmer's face darkened. He just said the dinner was awful and Dax spoke about hiring the chef. "Are you insulting me, CEO Grant?" His voice raised. "Or are you so low class that you have a terrible taste?"

Dax ignored the man again while the rest held their breath and lowered their head.

Palmer was incensed. "Birds of the same feather flock together. Is your President Evans also the same?"

Dax was about to take another bite, closed his lips, and placed the spoon back. He breathed and took his mobile. He opened Aarvi's message and placed it next to Palmer's plate.

"Mr. Palmer, pardon me for my language, do you think I handle this shitty behavior of yours for this long if not for President Evans?" He questioned mockingly.

Palmer saw the chat screen with a contact named 'Dum Dum'

[Mr. Palmer will definitely have his unreasonable behavior to judge us.]

[Try to be understanding, Dax. If he crosses the line, throw him back to the airport.]

[I am buying an international fashion studio. So chillax. (Lots of adorable stickers)]

Dax continued his words, "Mr. Palmer, you have one resort, we have a ten times bigger company, thousands of employees, and hundreds of subsidiaries. We don't have time to play your petty games here. Do you want to judge us? For your kind information, we don't serve ridiculous behavior of clients." His words were hard and sharp.

Mr. Palmer glared at him, listening very carefully to his words. He was amused that Aarvi understands him so well. Yes, he had a reason for his behavior. 

Dax stood up and sarcastically added, "A terrible taste? I guess, giving importance to your resort has indeed turned out to be our terrible choice."

He noticed the waiter frozen at the door. He took the tray, went around the table. He pushed the steak away. He placed the tray in front of Palmer. "I guess you have lost your sense of taste Mr. Palmer. Why don't you try four flavors, until you get your senses? If not, drink water. That doesn't have a taste anyway."

Dax turned his heels and walked away clenching his teeth. He could only have that respect to the games Mr.Palmer was playing. 

Palmer's assistant: "..."

The manager and secretary were confused for a moment about what to do. They stood up hurriedly and the secretary spoke, holding his composure, "The car and driver will be there to serve you. Stay at the hotel and sleep on your decision, Mr. Palmer. Please give me a call by the early morning so that I inform President Evans. Or else, I will instruct the driver to take you to the airport." He paused and didn't forget to add, "Learn to respect the food and women." It was a taunt for bullying their colleague and talking ill about their president.

Palmer's assistant: "..."

The duo walked out and Palmer pushed the tray away and took his chicken steak. He started eating as if nothing happened.

Palmer's assistant: "..."

He was going crazy. Even he didn't know what his boss was up to and what he would do with the resort.

Palmer casually asked after a few minutes, "You said the resort is very important for Skylar."

Palmer's assistant promptly responded, "It is really important for them. However, President Evans is known for her quick reflexes and strategic planning. If not our resort, she will achieve her goal in another way."

Palmer's hand paused briefly, "You mean, I can't stop her and her company."

Palmer's assistant: "..."

'There are numerous sharks in the ocean for the killer whale to hunt..' He thought.

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