Chapter 123 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 123 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

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Located in the Milan city center is the Hotel Gran Duca Di York.

Rather than typical Italian architecture, this splendid traditional hotel resembles more Moroccan style and looks extravagantly expensive. A quick glance at a hotel reservation app shows that an average double room costs over 560,000 KRW per night, marking it as a luxury hotel.

Monica helped me check in and then handed me the card key, saying,

"Did you see the driver earlier?"

"The chauffeur?"

"Yes, his name is Marco Leonardi. Here’s his phone number."

Monica handed me a business card.

The card had only the name and phone number, with a large gold emblem of Rossellini engraved on the back.

I whistled and showed off the card.

"You’ve already started distributing employee cards."

Monica chuckled and rummaged through her handbag before pulling out another card.

"I have one too."

Monica extended her card and said,

"Marco will be your personal chauffeur while you’re here. Call him and he’ll be here in 10 minutes, anytime."

"He speaks English, right?"

"Of course."

Monica held up the key and said,

"Your room is 601, don’t get it mixed up."

"Thank you, Monica."

"Call me if you need anything. I’ll be quite busy with the logistics center in Hong Kong, employee hiring, and store permits while you’re in Milan."

"Sure, Monica."

"Here’s the corporate card. Use it for anything you need here, including food. Goodnight, Ban."Discover new chapters at novelhall.com

"Goodnight to you too, Monica."

After Monica left, I took the elevator to room 601.

Upon opening the door with the key card and turning on the lights, I was surprised by the room’s opulence.

"This is definitely the taste of capitalism."

I guess I'm a city guy after all.

**

A week later, at the Milan City Hall.

Monica, carrying a thick briefcase, gets into the waiting car and sighs.

"Paperwork always gives me a headache."

The woman seated in the passenger seat with Monica turns around.

"That's all for the corporate permit paperwork, ma'am. You did a great job."

"Thanks, Cicci. You too."

The woman Monica calls Cicci.

Her real name is Cicciolina, and she was previously a secretary at Alessandro Cucinelli, where Monica used to work. A highly competent woman, she had been Monica's personal assistant and was scouted to the new company when Monica established it.

Cicci turned to the driver and said,

"Let's go, to the Milan store."

As the car started, Monica, looking tired, gazed out of the window and asked,

"How's the store coming along?"

"We've completed the furniture orders. There are ten staff members in total, including two managers and eight full-time employees. Furniture production will take about three weeks, and delivery and installation another week. The staff are hired and on standby, ready to start any time."

"What about the artist?"

Cicci, checking her phone for the schedule, turned with a slightly strange expression. Monica, noticing Cicci's face, asked,

"What's wrong, is there a problem?"

"It's hard to say it's a problem."

"What is it then?"

Cicci thought for a moment before speaking.

"You might want to see it for yourself."

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