red velvet room (m.j.)

Chapter XI

A/N: Hello again!!! Welcome to Part Two of this FUCKED UP story. I hope you enjoy the new stuff. Enjoy - Alex xoxo

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"Sometimes, the light had to burn out to become brighter again."

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Samantha

The lobby was buzzing with life as hotel guests conversed enthusiastically to each other, going on about the greatness in their normal lives.

Although there were a satisfying amount of people in the hotel with such happy faces, there were barely any children in here, which I still found odd despite of what I had been told previously.

I didn't forget what the reception lady told me on the first day I stepped foot into this building, but I couldn't help myself to still feel like it was something totally missing, something that was out of place. I wondered if Sascha Curtis did not like children at  the sight of them or something.

As I watched their wide smiled faces glimmer in pure happiness, my gaze then stared blankly at my monitor screen that made my lips droop just at the sight of the two digit number in a percentage flashing brightly in red bold text.

24%

That was considered a score for failure.

I let out a groan and slumped back on the back rest of the black wheelie chair and produced some lip bubbles.

Stress had started to pile up due to the fact that I had to restart a whole semester from step one. I also don't have that much money in my savings left to pay my student loan, especially now that I needed to better myself to ace the next major assessment.

"What's getting you all so gloomy?" Doreen asked. I rolled my head to the side, with my cheek resting on my shoulder blade letting out some more miserable sighs in my day. "Nothing, it's nothing."

"C'mon Sam, you can tell me. Is this about work? 'Cause girl, I know. It's the most boring job in the whole wide world—"

"No, it's not that," I interrupted her, quite rudely I may add. My blue emotions had been filling me up, as well as frustration. My primary focus was on that same two digit number on my computer screen, and I couldn't do anything about it to make it much higher.

I knew that I didn't do well, but I didn't know that I was not going to do well so bad that I would fail.

After a couple moments of silence, Doreen then opened her mouth and started to talk about something that seemed irrelevant to me until the intimidating voice of Sascha Curtis himself got her to shush her up.

"Doreen, this is work, not recess. Focus please," he then looked at me with dark eyes and his facial expressions lightened at the sight of me, or darkened maybe. "Good to see you Samantha, keep up the good work."

He threw a wink my way before he began to walk with his assistant, his shiny leather black shoes snapping on the pristine clean tiles. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I watched him go. Doreen on the other hand was gaping her mouth wide open in disbelief with a hint of envy. I was in fact nervous that he may have found out about my final mark for my mid-term and it will motivate him to have me at jobless, and goodbye internship.

To save myself from losing this job, I hopped off my wheelie chair and jogged towards Mr Curtis in my stilts before he could get inside the lift cabin.