Y/N is applying for a job at the Sea View Hotel. You were extremely nervous. You heard there was a shortage of staff because of some allegations about murder. Honestly, you could give a shit less. All you knew was that it was a paying job and you we...
It was a cold, windy day. It was about 4 in the morning when I got a text from someone.
"Thanks for applying for the job, Y/N. See you here at 9 tonight to get you settled in."
"Of course. Can't wait to start. :)"
":)"
I guess I could get up and start to pack my stuff. There's so much to do. I have to shower, get dressed, get all my shit put together and then head out for the hotel. It's a 3 hour drive to the hotel so I could start at 2... Gosh, why does adulting have to be so freaking hard.
I hop in the shower and start to get washed. I get out, get myself ready and somehow pop out looking like this.
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I'm really surprised. (Also sorry if I'm offending anyone by using a girl.) I start to pack all of my luggage into my tiny car and by the time I'm looking at my clock it's 2:30. I can't wait for this new opportunity. Maybe, I can rebuild my reputation.
At the Hotel, Jimmy's POV:
Oh Mother Mary! I can't believe someone is finally going to come work for us again. No one has wanted to ever since those damn allegations about murder and and and... kidnapping came up. Gosh, everyone's turned into big crybabies. Since that damn Maya and her friends got out, there's been nothin' but cops and photographers coming by. They are drawing all of my customers away. It is starting to piss me off.
"Starting? It already has for me."
"Hugo, I'm not in the mood, alright? I have someone coming over tonight and I don't want YOU to ruin it."
"Oh and who is that? Another girl that can break your heart that causes you to go on another killing spree?"
I look in the mirror to see Hugo starin' right back at me.
"What if she's a bad egg?"
"Sh.."
"You know what I always say. Bad eggs need cracking."
"God! Don't you ever shut up?!" yelling.
Then, something I wasn't expecting until later, a bell.
YOUR POV:
I'm looking at my phone to check if this is the address. I think this is it. Hell, this place is fuckin' humongous. I can just see myself already getting lost in these twisting, winding, hallways. God help me.
I go up to the door. I take a deep breath, then go in. Jeez, it's even bigger and prettier on the inside. This reminds me of my mum's house. The old Victorian furniture. The old radio. Bloody Hell, even the same painting style. OMG even the wallpaper. Reminds me of home.
I go to the front desk. I hear someone talking in the backroom. Oh, I bet that's the proprietor of this place. I ring the bell. A tall, skinny, well dressed man walks out from the backroom.
