Zaran

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℱ𝒾𝒻𝓉ℯℯ𝓃

Thursday

Santiago

This is ridiculous, this old white lady made a whole scene in the lobby.

Talking about how black people like me shouldn't work here because I can't do my job correctly.

I wanted to slap the living fuck out of her to put some sense in the pea brain.

"I want to speak to the boss here so I can get my discount!" the dumb-ass lady shouted.

You want the boss bitch? Imma get you the fucking boss and then you'll see how silly you look.

"Ma'am please, we cannot give you more discounts, you already had 2. Please don't get the boss involved," Jasmine told her.

I grabbed the cell phone and started dialing Lorenzo's phone number.

"Sir, please come to the lobby immediately, there's an issue," I mumbled.

"What issue?" Enzo asked.

I cover the phone and whispered, "There's a racist bitch in the lobby,"

He quickly hung up and I placed the phone back down.

"I want my discount right now! I'm tired of these foolish games your playing!" the old hag yelled.

Everyone waiting in line started looking at us.

"Ma'am, if you don't back away I'm going to have to call security," Armani warned her.

The old hag scoffed, "Where's the higher up here? Or the boss, you guys are utterly unprofessional and don't know what you're doing,"

"Please, we cannot give you a discount, it's not even a holiday," I spoke.

I saw the elevator door open and saw Lorenzo marching over here.

"Boss, this woman wanted to speak to you," I mumbled.

"Yes, they won't give me a discount. Please fire them for how unprofessional they are and give me the discount instead," she told him, acting as innocent as she could.

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, "The discount chances have already passed. Discounts will be available again near Halloween,"

"But I need the discount to book here! I want to experience King's Hotel and go on the cruise!" she yelled, as tears started shedding down her face.

Jasmine touched her shoulder, "Please, people are waiting, just accept that you can't get a discount on demand,"

The old lady fell and started screaming, "She touched me! Someone call the cops, especially on that black one!"

Hold up, this bitch is starting to aggravate me.

Everyone started pulling out their phone and started recording. Even the workers stop working.

Lorenzo massaged his forehead and went in front of the lady, "This hotel is not for broke people. If you don't have the money to book a room, leave!"

She started crying harder and shaking like she was having a stroke.

"Somebody call security to escort her out," I grumbled, looking at the glitching witch in disgust.

"Everybody, leave now! They touched me without my consent! I should sue you," she screamed.

"If you're broke then leave! People who have no money don't belong here! It's a fancy hotel, 5-star, did you expect the prices to be 10 dollars? If you did then you stupider then I thought," Lorenzo snapped.

And he said what he said.

"How disrespectful of you! How dare you talk to me like that, I'm Charlotte Boutiques  and I'm the daughter of th-"

"Why do you think I care? I really don't care who you are, don't come into my hotel and cause a scene because you want a fucking discount," Lorenzo scolded, looking at the security that was coming over.

Charlotte got up and smacked Lorenzo with her purse.

Okay, now I gotta defend my brotha.

I took her purse and threw it on the floor, "Get ready for the lawsuit,"

She falls down again and passed out.

Everyone gasped while I and Lorenzo started side-eyeing each other.

Ain't no fucking way she just "passed" out on the floor.

The security grabbed her and dragged her out of the Hotel. Everyone was looking at us in shock.

They all had their cellphones out and were recording the scene the entire time.

Lorenzo abruptly left the lobby, and I had no choice but to follow him. By this point, he was very close to exploding. I could sense it in the way his shoulders were set, and his jaw had tightened into a hard line. It reminded me of when he was a child and would get frustrated. It was almost as if he was on the verge of setting someone on fire.

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3 hours later

It was my break and I went inside my office to give Zaran her hug for today.

She was perched on the chair, her expression tight and anxious. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy from where tears had recently streamed down her face. It was clear that she had been crying not too long ago. But what could've upset her so much?

I closed the door and she waved at me, wiping her eyes.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded her head and put her bottom lip in her mouth.

I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. I gently stroked her back as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Here's you're daily hug," I smiled, pulling her away.

She moves away from me and folded her arms against her chest, sitting down again.

"I'm fine, I don't need daily hugs anymore," she quietly spoke, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Did Lorenzo do something?"

"He's a fucking shithead," she mumbled, putting her hair behind her ears.

I sighed and walked out the door.

This is too much stress.

Ai, in Nigeria we would not tolerate this.

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