Orlando Santos Suite

Chapter Four

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S A V A N N A

I freeze on the spot, unable to apprehend what just happened.

Did I imagine things or did she just say what I think she said?

Before I can process her words, Catalina rejoices in the form of repetitive jumps.

"Oh my gosh," she beams in the process of jumping, "I can't believe we're cleaning Orlando Santos Suite.

"My prayers have been answered!"

I sigh in exasperation.

Why can't things ever go my way?

Is wanting to avoid an elite too much to ask?

I keep slapping my cheeks to awake from this nightmare.

But the sight of my bedroom doesn't seem to appear anytime soon.

Ugh.

I don't miss the envious looks thrown our way from other maids.

"Isn't this exciting?" Catalina gushes as she shakes my arms in enthusiasm.

"I'm so ecstatic," I feign enthusiasm, "Can't you tell?"

My monotonous voice suspends her movements.

She throws me a knowing look, "You know, sarcasm is very unbecoming of a lady."

The General Manager's voice summons me to reality.

"Be quiet!" she shouts for the umpteenth time.

Silence reigns.

The elderly woman readjusts her glasses as she squints at the clipboard in her hand, "Wait a second. . .it appears there's been a mix-up."

Catalina and I exchange looks of confusion.

"It seems Savanna will rather be providing cleaning services on the sixth floor,"

It's now my turn to celebrate.

I throw a fist bump in the air as I thank fate for doing something right for once.

"Yes!" I rejoice.

But my excitement is short-lived once everyone shifts their curious glance to me.

Once I compose myself, I feign a, "I mean, no?" as I stretch the 'o'.

Some of the male employees snort while the maids roll their eyes.

And I don't miss the General Manager's deadly glare directed towards me.

Gulping, I pretend to be fascinated by the carpeted floor.

"From now on, my advice to all employees will be to keep things strictly professional," The Hotel General Manager declares, "Many elites will be checking in this hotel during the upcoming weeks. If any of you fail to comply with the hotel's regulations, you can forget about working at Santos Suite Hotel.

"This reunion is now dismissed."

Everyone hustles and bustles as Catalina and I head to the exit.

"Both of us ended up getting what we want," Catalina gushes by the time we head to the staff locker room.

I nod.

"But I'll tell you all about what Orlando looks like in real life," she squeals causing me to groan.