Holes of Glory

The Departure (Suite life sucked)

A week later, Fred finally woke up from his melancholy trance. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed what a mess he had made. The entire suite was in disarray. The bed spread had been dragged to the living room, where tens of dirty plates and silverware were left to rot and beginning to mold because he was too miserable to leave them outside the door for the cleaning service to pick up. You know, for what he's paying for the room, they should be coming in and cleaning up for him, whether he's in there or not. Nevertheless, the mess was still there, and would continue to get worse if he didn't stop wallowing in his pain. Well, this is not good.

At last, he realized what a problem this was becoming. He had enough of his feast of gloom and decided to leave. Besides, he also has to get back to Dildussy® and get everything in order after being gone for so long.

Fred navigates around books sprawled on the floor, pillows with tear stains thrown everywhere, and heaps of tissues lying all over the place to reach the hotel phone. He dials the front desk.

"Hello," Fred groggily greets into the speaker. Goodness, he hasn't used his voice for anything other than his bawling for a week. "I'm Fred the CEO. I've been staying in the Honeymoon Suite and I'd like to check out now."

"Of course, Mr. CEO," the voice on the line says cheerfully. "It's good to hear from you. We've all been worried about you."

"Aw, thank you," Fred says, touched, "It's nice to know people care."

"Of course, Mr. CEO," the voice assured, "Everyone loves the man who created the Dildussy®. I, personally, am a HUGE fan of your creation."

"Wow, that's so lovely to hear," Frank responds, "I'm glad you enjoy it."

"Yass!!" the concierge exclaimed. "My girlfriend and I get up to the silliest shenanigans with it. We thank you immensely for your beautiful contribution to society. I hope you know how many relationships you've saved with the Dildussy®, adding some spice to bland sex lives!"

"Couldn't save my own though," Fred whispered under his breath, annoyed.

"Oh, sorry sir! That was out of line," the concierge quickly apologized.

"No friend, it's all right," Fred assured, "I should have known she wasn't having the greatest time with me. Anyway, yes, would you mind sending up a cart to help me with my bags?"

"Oh, of course sir," the voice complied. "We'll send one up immediately. We hope you've enjoyed your stay at the Peninsula Hotel."

"I did not, but thank you," Fred said, getting salty and hanging up immediately. God, he needs to get out again. Being stuck here for so long has made him irritable and cranky.

Now, to pack everything up and wait for the cart.

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TBC