Mr.Carlile ~Cashby~ Collab with @BandShipper

Chapter 18

"Hello, how can I help?" A tall woman with reddish brown hair, pulled into a neat bun asked as I approached the desk of the lavish hotel. I felt about as out of place here as I did in Austin's office the day I met him.

"Uh, I'm here to see Peter Marsh? He said he would let you know he's expecting me."

"Ahh yes, may I just ask your name for varification?"

"Alan Ashby."

"Perfect, you'll need to take the right hand elevator, top floor and his room is the door on the left. Can I send anything up for you both?"

"No, that's fine, thank you." I gave her a small smile before making my way across the vast lobby. The lobby was decorated with dark hardwood flooring, large red rugs covered seating areas which soft, comfortable black couches stood upon, littered with red cushions, with a small clear glass table in the centre of each seating area.

On the way to the elevator I walked past what I assumed was the hotels dining area, the doors where closed, but they had a small window in each and it looked like one of those fancy restaurants only people who made the kind of money Austin did would dine in. I was also receiving looks from the fancy dressed workers and clientele that made me pretty thankful for the fact that looks can't kill. I dressed smartly, white shirt, plain black jacket, black trousers and my solid black trainers, but you could still tell I didn't belong here.

"Floor?" A man dressed in porter uniform asked as the doors open.

"Oh, uh, top floor please." I asked awkwardly as I stepped inside. The man raised his eyebrow at me before nodding and pressing the button.

I finally reached the floor, after what felt like an hour of awkward silence between me and the bell boy, among a few more dirty looks from rich snobs who got on and off the elevator on various floors. I guess I should be grateful for the fact that while Austin was rich, he was far from a snob...he was just a controlling ass instead. I think I'd rather the rich snob right now if I was honest.

"Your floor sir." The man announced as the doors opened.

"Uh, thank you." I pulled a smile on my face and went to step out, however the bell boys hand stopped me as he cleared his throat.

"Just because you do not belong here, does not mean you shouldn't follow social protocol sir..."

"Excuse me?!" I asked offended, and confused, what was social protocol here? I may know Austin and been in his house, and office but I certainly knew nothing of the rich and famous lifestyle or their social protocols.

"And I would advise that you not speak so rudely to my guest otherwise I shall have you fired quicker then you can say 'boo'." Austin's voice caused my head to snap back towards the elevator entrance. "And he does indeed belong here because he is with me, just because he's not wearing a suit or clothes that cost more then a new car, means nothing, so I would think wisely before you speak."

"I-uh-um-S-Sorry Mr. Carlile, I-didn't realise he was with you sir." The bellboy stuttered, cheeks flushing bright red from embaressment.

"Besides the point, he is a guest, you are a bell boy, where you not taught to treat any and all guests with respect?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Well then, just because you want payment for pushing a button, doesn't mean you have the right to be so rude. Now come on Alan, and your tip can be this...manners go a very long way."

Austin took my hand, and lead me out of the elevator. "Austin..."

"Sorry, I just heard how rudely he spoke to you...kind of made me mad, I don't want anyone speaking to you that way, you don't deserve it."