As time passed, not a single word or message came from Mr. Colton. Perhaps he had forgotten about me and moved on. My life as a housekeeper fell back into its familiar rhythm, the daily routine of upholding the impeccable standards of the Elite Oaks Resort. I paid careful attention to each hotel room, making sure that every detail was meticulously arranged. I dedicated myself to the art of housekeeping, ensuring that every detail, from the pristine linens on the beds to the sparkling bathroom fixtures, was meticulously taken care of.
The precision and attention to detail in my work had a certain poetic quality. I would diligently kneel to clean the bathroom tiles, my fingers skillfully guiding the brush, as my mind wandered through the intricate maze of my thoughts. As I went about my duties, I found myself captivated by the enigmatic CEO who had entered my life with an irresistible force.
