The Song You Used To Sing [Kalosshipping]

7 - Working at Richmisse

WARNING: Many timeskips are involved.

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[Serena's POV]

Hotel Richmisse.

One of the limited five-star hotels found in the Kalos region. Elegantly wallpapered, red carpet and the pearly tiled floor. Five floors, unlimited mini bars and one huge elevator.

This is where I work.

You would be mistaken if you thought this place was a safehaven— maybe a paradise — because it may seem like that... But amidst the chaos... Painful memories kept relaying inside my head.

But what choice did I have?

•Bed Making•

"SERENA, TIMES' UP!" the housekeeping lady yelled.

"Yes ma'm, I've just about finished. Just let me add some final touches!" I yelled aloud.

"Sweetie, we have a strict schedule. I thought you were already informed about that~" her sickly sweet voice  menacingly echoed throughout the corridor "Next floor. Now please."

I dropped gathered the irons and scooped up the used pillow cases before running towards the direction of the elevator. From there, I dumped the dirty linen into a gigantic fabric container and the irons on an installed rack. I lugged the whole thing behind me, making occasional screeches as the tires skidded on the floor.

The lady pressed some buttons and held the door big enough for the container to squeeze through. "I must say Serena, you're doing a great job. I might give you a raise if you finish quicker," the housekeeping lady complimented me.

I simply nodded in response.

"Well, after this floor– we should be finished. You'll have to go to the Mrs.Hartridge— the manager in charge of the lost and found after this."

•Lost & Found•

I was walking around the third floor in circles. Checking every single nook, cranny— even looking under furniture and rugs.

This was one of the calming and relaxing jobs here. It was purely a scavenger hunt. And I loved those. (Especially the ones with no time limits.)

Mrs.Hartridge stood by elevator as usual and her eyebrows creased. It seemed like she was conflicted.

"Serena?" she asked.

"What is it?" I answered.

"Come here," she replied.

I walked over to where she was standing and listened.

"Serena, are you able to afford the uniform yet?" Mrs.Hartridge asked.

"No. Not yet, ma'm. Maybe next year..." I shook my head.

"I'm sorry to say this, but you need to get the uniform soon. We're getting bad reviews from the critics and the clients about 'An employee not wearing the correct uniform' this could lower our rating to four and a half stars."

"So... Are you saying that..." I gulped "That I'm fired...?"

"No. No, no, no. I'm not saying that you are fired. I'm just saying that you may be fired. Wearing the correct uniform is crucial, Serena. It's just... Even though you are an good enployee... We can't have the Hotel's rating to lower." She smirked "Do you get what I'm saying, Serena?"

My hands clenched and tightened.

Yes. I get what you're saying:
Get a uniform or get out. It's as simple as that.