Maid in Seattle [Elvis]

Chapter 22 - This Is It

"Elvis, who is she?"

"Could you tell us more about the girl in the picture?"

"Are you involved with this woman?"

"Can you give us a name?"

The press had been hounding me with those question since I walked out into the lobby of this hotel that I was staying in. The questions came all at once, and in my experience, I had learned to answer them all at once in one statement. That way, everyone was happy.

But what could I tell them without disclosing Amy's identity? In the picture that was taken, Amy was clearly visible, so she would be recognized at some point. No doubt that her co-workers had hounded her just like the press was hounding me. Her identity would get out sooner or later, most likely by one of her co-workers tipping the press.

And our relationship? Should I just blatantly say that we were a couple? Again, that was bound to get out in the open at some point since a few people knew about our relationship.

"Well, ladies and gentleman..." I began as all eyes were on me, and I noticed some people behind the press – women – dressed in matching dressed. They were the maids, and they all looked about my mother's age, with one looking like she could be a few years older than me. "She was a fan that I happened to meet at the previous hotel that I stayed at – the Hyatt. She's a fan of mine who received the opportunity to be on the set of my current movie by being a step-in handler to the child actor Vicky Tiu. She and I became friends."

I was intentionally keeping some information. Of course, the press wanted to know more. One man of the press asked again, "What's her name, Mr. Presley?"

"Her name is Amy, and if it's alright, I would like to keep her last name confidential for her privacy."

"Is there anything going on between Amy and yourself, Mr. Presley? And I mean of a romantic nature?"

What could I tell them? I looked at my manager. He stepped in staying, "Okay, that's enough questions for right now. Mr. Presley is late for an appointment."

He, as well as Jerry and John, escorted me out of the crowd of people, but they still asked on about this Asian young woman that I was standing with in that picture. The Colonel whispered to me to not say anything more. Once outside and inside the car, zooming away from the crowd and out of the parking lot, I looked at him sitting next to me in the backseat. He was frowning.

"Hey, what's with that look, huh?" I asked him. "I didn't disclose her occupation or her last name."

"Yes, but you said her first name and the place that you met her. Now, they're going to go to the hotel and see if there is any Asian young woman there by the first name of Amy."

"I don't think we have to worry about anything. As far as the press is concerned, she could be a guest, not a worker."

"That doesn't matter. They'll still go looking for her at the hotel."

I huffed through my nose as I sat back in my seat, slightly irritated. "We knew this was gonna to happen. Now it is. The nation is eventually going to know that I'm in love with a hotel maid. It will be a big thing for a while, and then it will blow over after some time passes and another interesting story pops up."

"But your reputation, Elvis!" he protested, looking over at me, but I kept my eyes on the back of John's head since he was in the front. "Your reputation and image tanked when everyone found out that you were sweet on a teenager, and now, it's going to happen again with the maid."

That pricking irritation became more intense. "Yes, my reputation went down the toilet for a time, then it went right back up again because people started to forget about it, or their attention got caught on somethin' else. Really, you're actin' as if the world's gonna end. Relax, will ya?"