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I take a deep breath as the cab pulls up in front of the Grand Princeton, collecting myself before getting out.
As I walk in, Vivian, who’s on duty, looks up from her computer screen with a smile. “I take it that you’re the one that she summoned.”
“You mean Lysa? Do you have any idea why she asked me to come back, even though I’m off duty tonight?”
“It’s the weekend, and we always have double the clients we usually have during the week. Jane was supposed to be my partner but called in sick, and Lysa had to find a substitute.”
“And I’m the person that came to her mind.” I shake my head as I head to the elevator.
“Sorry,” Vivian calls after me, laughing.
When I get to Lysa’s office, I find her on the phone, which she quickly gets off as I walk in.
“I got your text.”
“We are short on staff for the weekend. Jane is sick, so you have to fill in for her.”
“I…”
She abruptly cuts in. “Do you have a problem with that? Because if you do, you can resign, and we will get someone who doesn’t have any issues being called in to help for a coworker.”
Watching her ramble, I want to pull her hair across the desk and tell her to shut up.
What is wrong with her? Why is she so bitter?
I paste a fake smile onto my face. “It’s not a problem. I will change right away.”
“Very good.” Giving me a disdainful look, she waves me off with her hand. I resist the urge to scream at her as I make my way out of her office.
“Hey, new girl, I thought you were off this evening?” Mr. Plaid says as I walk into the laundry room to get my uniform. He’s in charge of the hotel’s laundry section and has chosen to call me “new girl,” even though I’ve told him my name repeatedly.
“I got called to fill in for someone.”
“Uh…it’s a good thing that I already had your stuff dry-cleaned then.”
I do a little dance. “Music to my ears.’’
He walks over to the end of the room and fetches my clean clothes. “Thanks.”
I head over to the changing room to change before going to join Vivian at the front desk.
“Put on a smile. You will scare customers away with that frown of yours.” She flashes me one as she speaks.
A sigh escapes my lips. “Sorry.” I manage a sad grin as an elderly couple walks in carrying a ton of boxes.
“We would like to check into one of your presidential suites, please,” the man says to me. And I quickly get to work, getting them a room.
“Just look how happy they seem even after so many years of being married,” Vivian says in a dreamy voice, after I’ve handed them the key card to their room. As a bellboy helps them carry their suitcases, the couple bickers about whose fault it is that they have so much luggage.
She sighs and continues, “If I can’t have this with the person I marry, then I don’t want to get married at all.”
“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” I say with a shake of my head.
She gasps like I just hurt her. “And you’re not?”
“No.”
“That’s because you’ve never been in love.”
