Two: No Smelly Allowed

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I walked inside the stylish, tall building of "Victoria's Palace Hotel". One of the most popular hotels in the whole world and I guess this is ranked fourth before Spain and after Thailand. Wow! That's good. This was one of the most exclusive hotels in San Francisco. You must have your very own VIP card whenever you want to enter inside. This is open for VIP persons or, mainly outsiders.

I finally got to enter inside and firstly adored the beautiful fragrant flowers that were placed on a small pot beside every doors leading to a restaurant, café, and any other business amenities. I sighed as I continued to smell the beautiful scent of the flowers around. There was a big chandelier at the center of the lounge with sparkling crystals shining bright through me. People were everywhere. They're in the café, drinking cappuccino; restaurant, eating or taking out the foods they bought; and sometimes, most of them just sat on the sofa, and then read some of the newspapers, books and magazines for them to wait or just sit there and adore the lovely place. The faculty caught me walking on the isle so; they did what they want to do always.

"Good Morning, Ma'am!" said a thin, blonde lady near the café with a broad smile on her face.

"Good Morning, Ma'am!" said a tall waiter with a smile on his face.

There were still many of them who said that to me but, I don't like to greet them, since all I want is for them to do their business. I was getting irritated so I walk as fast as I could and approached the nearest elevator. Every step I had, there's always that greeting that comes to me, 'Good Morning, Ma'am!". Gosh! I hope I'll just disappear in this world where no one knows me well.

I clicked the small button and held my right hand firmly with my black bag, which includes my important files and documents saved in my laptop. There were no more annoying greetings so, I glanced on the up and down button and noticed it was coming close. Phew! Finally, I'm finished with everything. I was feeling annoyed of last night's incident. My mother let in a drunken young man into our mansion and just sleeps next to my room! Wow! How good is that? At the thought of last night, I tighten the grip of my hand holding my bag and my mind was hot in anger. It was like a smoke coming out of my ears. Suddenly, the doors of the elevator went open and noticed there was no one inside so, I entered and placed my hands on my hips. What? The surrounding is very stinky. I can smell it through my nose. It smells like a rotten fish. I placed my left hand on my nose and my eyes continuing to glance over the place. I want to get out of here. I thought as I was getting more. As I strive to get out of the elevator, I was stuck inside. The door was closed and I was too late to go outside. Stupid! I thought as I used my black bag to click on the button 'level 2'. I felt very angry and was feeling my blood pressure rise up. This is the most annoying event that has happened to me! I was about to kick the door when the door opened and I fell on the floor on my knee. People were staring at me with their shock eyes and I can feel embarrassment all around me. This stupid!

"Ma'am!" A short, thin man approached and held his hands for me to stand up. He was my secretary, John Evans.

"Don't be such a hero, John!" I screamed on his ears as I got up to my knees and looked at him with sharp eyes.

"But, ma'am...you...fell..." He said as he put down his hands and looked down like he was rejected. Of course, he's rejected...many times by me and, you can never stop me from doing this. Work is work and you have to do what you are tasked to do.

"Fell, huh? Ah, yes. You're a hero right? Thank you. But there's still a beautiful problem that you must do, John!" I said with sharp eyes.

He did not reply but faced me with his amber eyes. I was getting more furious whenever I see his face again. I held up my left hand and pointed straight to the elevator which its open doors were now closed. He was looking at me confused and, I began to sigh loudly.

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