A year in Miami

*alarm rings* I turn it off and think to myself, another 6am morning, another Monday morning that I have to drag myself out of this king size bed. I don't know what's worse, living next to a beautiful beach, which I've never been on, or working near a beautiful beach. Either way I can't go and enjoy what it has to offer. Even though I work Monday to Friday I still haven't gone to sunbathe near the sea. By the time it gets to Friday I'm so tired that I have to just relax and catch up on sleep. This is going to be a long 12 months if I'm complaining about waking up 5 days a week in the first 3 week of being here. I step out of bed, put on my bunny slippers and walk out to my balcony. I stand in owe and wonder of the breath taking view I am witnessing. The sun is just above the water and is glowing bright orange. After about five minutes, I realise that I now only have an hour and a half to get ready. So little time considering the dress code I have to follow. I don't usually wear make-up or  wear smart clothing but The A'idah and Aaeedah Hotel group insist that their workers look like they "deliver the up most service" which to them means layers of make-up and Versace suits. I even had to attend a presentational workshop where we got told the way we should do out hair, make-up and how to put on our suits. As all these thoughts were running through my head, I had finished taking a shower and was beginning to get dressed. After 45 minutes of Max factor, Mac and Maybelline I was ready. A few sprits of my Dark and Lovely sheen spray on my hair and I was ready. I close the door of my room and start making my way to the lifts. As I'm standing waiting for the lift to come, I hear screams coming from the front entrance. "My fans are waiting" I say to myself jokingly. The lift comes and I step into it. It makes a few stops at two or three floors and by the time we finally arrive at the ground floor I start to wonder if there was anyone in the hotel that didn't come down that same lift. I look outside to see groups of girls and the occasional boy standing around a car, a Bugatti Veyron Sang Noir to be exact. My attention was averted when Desirae Gomez (the douche lord) started saying some nonsense like

"Why aren't you at your desk doing your job". 

"So does your job of cleaning the toilets require me to be at my desk. I don't think so and my shift starts in 5 minutes, so calm!!!" I said rolling my eyes. Desirae doesn't respond but just walks to her bucket and mop and enters the men's toilets. I swear she gets on my last nerve. I then decide to go to my front desk but as I am walking I see that the groups of people outside have gotten bigger.

"I didn't know you had so many fans" a deep voice echoed. It was Ramallo,I was taking over from his shift.

"Well, you know a true artist always gets noticed", I smiled. Ramallo stood up and walked away from the desk as I grabbed a Coffee and sat down. I logged into the computer and opened up an Email from my manager. He had gone for a business trip to Dubai-lucky- and left me in charge. As I was reading I saw that he mentioned that a very special musician was staying this week. Before I could read the name, a tall figure gestured my attention. I looked up and saw that Drake was standing in front of the desk. His golden tan and muscular arms made me bite my lip.

"Welcome to The A'idah and Aaeedah Hotel, how may I help you?"

"We booked the penthouse presidential suite"

"Okay, come with me right this way" I said walking towards the lifts. All through this he never took his eyes of me. We waited for about 30 seconds but it felt like 30 minutes because I was being mentally undressed by 10 guys. The lift finally came (thank god...) and I let everybody go in first (really why?). Everyone stepped in except for Drake who decided to gently push me in to the lift by my ass and when we got in he didn't take his hand off it but thought that squeezing it would be much better ;). At that moment I knew that today was going to be a long day whether I liked it or not.