Finally, vacation... wait, what?

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Imagine that's my face when I finally finished all the job for the whole week

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Imagine that's my face when I finally finished all the job for the whole week. 
Nothing exciting, but...  I can't get off the feeling.  That haunting feeling I felt ever since the  Anderson twins happened.  I kinda felt violated, by my friend...  really. Kind of felt relieved it was him instead of the twins, cause that is just plain...  sexual harassment.  Plus I am not used to that kind of world.  I kinda feel like, I want to stick with the status quo of propriety. Plus I don't think anyone would even think of just dating me, more so moving into the next levels where sexual things will be involved.  So, having a time for myself... sleep, relax, psych myself up to forgetting my embarrassing encounters and awkward moments is really a jackpot.  Because I have been holding back the freaking out and panicking mode just to get by through the week.  

By the way, I received a special vacation for 3 days because of a job well done

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By the way, I received a special vacation for 3 days because of a job well done.  I took it and now I am here at a known hotel and I shall enjoy the freebies that the company gave me. 
"Welcome to Scarlet Prince Hotel, Resort and Spa!" a beautiful front desk lady greeted me with a smile. She is a definition of beauty. I glimpse at her name plate. Her name is Sonia.  
"Hello, Sonia. I have a reservation, the name is Linnea Curnow." I said.
She typed something at the computer.
"Ah yes, Ms. Curnow. Here are your keys, your room is the penthouse 2A. Put the keys on the slot then press the 2A button.  Enjoy your stay."  she said, her warm infectious smile not leaving her face. This beauty should be a model. 
I smiled back at her and left the desk. As I walked towards the elevators, I found myself surrounded again with that same vibe.  It's like this place is oozing the same energy as the Anderson's place. 
Do they own this place? Or am I just paranoid? 

I reached the elevator just in time when some couple stepped out. The doors closed, I did what Sonia said.  Put the key on the slot, and pressed the 2A button. 
I reached the penthouse, the doors opened and I held my breath.  The whole thing is stunning. 
I wasn't surprised with this, I knew this is real deal because of the stories from other employees receiving such vacation. But...  the place is surreal.  It's a mix of city and beach.  


 I am not good at describing this... but this too expensive to look at, I shouldn't be here.  But then I am here, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. 

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