Chuck still despised Orange County. He would much rather be back in New York running all of Bass Industries. Not just the West Coast division. But that would all come in time. He just had to keep proving himself. Make the hotels out here the best. Which was why he took the time to check on each and every one.
He had just finished his inspection of the hotel and decided to stop in the bar for a drink before heading back to the office. Walking into the bar he could feel the eyes of all the employees on him. Just how he liked it. He was Chuck Bass after all. A smirk on his face he walked over to the bar taking the stool next to an attractive blonde. “My usual,” he told the bartender which of course was scotch on the rocks. “And whatever she is having is on the house,” he added glancing over at the blonde next to him.
“Yes Mr. Bass,” the bartender replied before going off to make the drinks.
Chuck turned his attention to the woman. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Chuck Bass.”