I got a call from the bank that they will be liquidating my contract with them due to the lack of money they can pay their employees. The bank's current state is slow and the owner is thinking of selling the company. Since I only work half-day in the hotel, I could make it full 12 hours of works since it will double as they were in lack of staffs. Tomorrow will be the 3rd day of my work in the hotel, I've got a hang of it and people were nice to me, except that Emery Robertson. But at the time I have been working in the hotel, Emery Robertson seems to be quiet these days.
I just finished having my lunch with Amelia and Martina and got back to the recipient's desk. I saw a man walk in wearing a suit and walked near me." Pardon me young lady, but may I ask if what floor does room 332 belong to?" he asked. Room 332? Isn't that the room number of Mr. Robertson?"It belongs to the 16th floor Sir, but it seems like that room has already been occupied" I replied. " I was called by a friend of mine to talk about business even though he is supposed to be having his break the following days," the man in the suit said. " I see, I can guide you to your destined room Sir just follow me," I said. We walked into the elevator and it took a while because the room was on the 16th floor, while waiting we chatted a bit. " The name's Ronan Caesar, I'm from Italy," he said, " Really? It's nice to be acquainted with you, Sir. "You know, you kind of remind me of my daughter, Isabella," he said somewhat in a sad tone.
"Is that so? You must really miss her" I said, he smiled back at me and said " Yes, really. My daughter Isabella was taken from me and my wife at her 2nd birthday. Police are still tracking down until today," he said. "I'm sorry for what happened Sir," I said in a comforting tone, " She has been gone for 21 years, so basically she is already 23 by now. If she was with us we could have been with her until her adolescence, but I'm sure that I will be able to be with her again," he said. The elevator door opened and I led him to the room, in from of the door were 2 bodyguards. Mr. Caesar took an ID out of his suit and showed it to the guards, then the guards let him in."See you next time young lady, I'm sorry for being emotional back there" he said in a cheerful tone.
"You're supposed to be on vacation right now Mr. Robertson," Ronan Caesar said in an annoyed tone. " Whatever, anyway about the contract," Emery said, the two businessmen started to chat about business and got into an agreement. " Mr. Caesar, why don't we get some refreshments," Emery asked, " Okay". *Rings* the telephone rang at the reception's desk where Amelia was assigned, it rang in the middle of our conversation. " Hold up Shane, let me take this one," Amelia said, "Hello, this is room service what can I do for you," Amelia said. Woah, so this is Amy's job, she looks so cool while doing it. "This is room 332, we would like some refreshments," the caller said, wait-. This voice sounds oddly familiar, and the room number. That voice was already recognizable at first glance.
EMERY: I would like to take the best whiskey you got
AMELIA: Would you like to pay it in cash or on account?
EMERY: Credit Card
AMELIA: Very well sir, you can expect your drinks to be delivered from 5-8 minutes.
The call ended, Amelia told me that I should deliver it since I was assigned to accommodate this certain guest. I had to, I took the silver platter with the whiskey on it. I arrived at the door and one of the bodyguards opened the door for me, I can't believe I had to go inside the room with that person occupying it. I entered the room and did what I was supposed to do, I put the glasses of whiskey on their table, " thank you for your order, please don't forget to rate the hotel's-". "I get it" Emery burst out, " Mr. Robertson! How could you be so rude to this young lady" Mr. Caesar blurted. " What?" Emery asked, " You should be kind to people often" Mr. Caesar replied.
Emery just rolled his eyes and started to drink his whiskey. I didn't know what to do, I just stood there like a statue. " I apologize for my friend young lady, he's kind of a knucklehead" Mr. Caesar said, I told him it was fine and I was already used to it. " Used to it? Was he treating you like this ever since he goto here" Mr. Caesar said in concern. I just nodded my head, but inside my thoughts, my brain rumbled and blurted out words, if I didn't have my dignity, I would've been swearing him to shreds right now but I need the job. Emery just looked at me and went to his business, I headed back to the reception's desk annoyed.
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