She's getting marryied (a Tony Stark's daugther fanficktion)

Chapter 2

Now I let you out of my Life

I'm so mutch better you thougt that I'd be weak

whitout you but I'm stronger you thought that I'd be broke

whitout you but I'm richer

you thought I'd be sad without you

I laugh harder.

Destiny's Child "Survivor"

"No mr Witemoore, I'm afraid that it is not possible" Josette Stark replyed to the guest she was currently serving dinner to in the hotel's diner.

"and why is that?" the elder man asked rudely. "On other places it has always been possible to get waffles and cornflakes"

"well I'm sorry sir but hotel Rosewood is not one of those places" she said. Mr Witemoore grunted clearly displeased. "I can see that!" he said "Compared to any other hotells I have ever been to this is without a doubt the worst." Josette tried not to show that she was agitated by his words ,that was what he wanted, and she would not give in.

"hotel Simon's or hotel Joy newer had any problems!" mr Witemoore complained.

"Mr Witemoore you are overreacting" Josette said trying to think of a way she could explain it to him so he ,once and for all, would understand "It's true ,we don't serve waffles and cornflakes, in the afternoon." She paused to make her words sink in. "But" she continued. "Everything else is in the best condition." Josette wasen't exaggeratig hotel Rosewood was in ,perfect condition, everything from the roof to the floor was flawless and nobody in their right mind would claim anything else. But it seemd however that mr Witemoore was ,not in fact, in his right mind.

the elder man raised an eyebrow ,unconvinced, "When I got here there was no one to drive me" he challenged.

"We just have ,one car, if we would drive people it would take too mutch time and most of the guest's would be forced to walk anyway besides it's a wery short distanse and the roads are good you can easily walk." Josette replyed calmly.

"I had to wait to get into my room."

"We were still cleaning. It happens to the best of us." although Josette wasen't sure that the description fit mr Witemoore.

"The room is stuffy"

"then open a window" she counterd

"It should be your job to air the room" mr Witemoore accused.

"We do open the windows" Josette defended. "If it's stuffy then you have closed the window and havent opend it again" she was growing rather tired of the elderly mans unreasonable complaints and before mr Witemoore could object any further she asked if he would like to order something else.

"I still don't get why! you don't serve waffles and cornflakes." he huffed. Josette sighed and explained for the fifth time that waffles and cornflakes was brekfrast food and that's why the couldent serve it in the middle of the day. When she said that mr Witemoore gave her a murderous look witch made her realise why all the hotels he had been on served him waffles and cornflakes to dinner.

"Well I suppouse I'll take......the pizza ganzoli" he said at last and Josette was relived to finally get a reasonable answer out of him. However why he would want a pizza when he was in Greece instead of ,real Greek food, she couldent comprehend.

"But without the ham" he added

Josette nodded and wrote down his answer in her notebook witch she had been ,holding the last 15 minutes, but haden't been able to write in because of his presistence in ordering waffles and cornflakes.