Chapter 7: Entry to the Elite
Once they arrived at the 3rd floor, the air surrounding them seemed somewhat heavy.
A woman again stopped them at another reception. "I’m sorry sir, but only members are allowed to take their belongings within the premises," she said, motioning for him to leave his things by the reception.
Augustus nodded and placed his old phone with many cracks into a valet box, their expressions dropping with a frown.
Then he pulled out his debit card, and after looking at the bank’s name, the receptionist glared at Michelle, her frown deepening.
Augustus smiled, noticing their reaction. Then, in the end, he finally pulled out his iPhone 17 Ultra, its golden ’Limited Edition’ gleaming in the light. He gently placed it down.
"That is all I’m carrying," he said with a soft smile.
Both of their eyes showed stunned expressions. Even if Augustus didn’t know much about the phone, the staff were trained to recognize such important products at first glance. After all, being one of just 170 people spoke volumes.
Michelle exhaled a sigh of relief. Bringing poor people to the 3rd floor was a no-go.
Augustus received the green signal with a nod and entered an almost endless glass room. "Private training sessions are one-on-one," Michelle explained as they walked.
"All trainers have elite military or Olympic backgrounds."
Augustus looked around, noticing someone grappling with an ex-soldier. Turning his head, he even noticed someone recovering in the cryo-chamber.