Owned

C1- Saving The Promotion

DEV POV*
"Dev how long does it take for you to get ready!? We're gonna be late."
"I'm coming, I'm coming calm down jesus." I said walking down the stairs putting on my sweater.
"Really? A sweater? It's 90 degrees out and you wanna put on a sweater?"
I roll my eyes and walk past my best friend of 15 years Dreana and shrug.
"If I feel like wearing a sweater, then let me wear a sweater please and thank you. I don't comment on anything you where hardly ever so let me be." I tell her as I get into the car.
"Well, someone is grumpy this morning." She says
"No, I'm not, I'm just annoyed when you always talk about what I wear, if I'm comfortable does it really matter?" I tell her
"Alright, you're right. I'm just stressed, you know today's the start of the convention, and you know it's a big deal...." I tuned her out and began to think to myself.
I already know this week is a big deal, everyone talks about in weeks advance and everyone who works at the hotel works nine hundred times harder.
"Dev are you even listening to me?" Dreana asks
"Yes, I know this, we've been working at the Black Pyramids for 3 years, and this event happens every year, and you tell me about it EVERY YEAR, like I don't work there." I tell her
"Well I'm sorrrry." She says finally focusing on her driving.
"I'm just saying, you're not the only one stressed, do you know how much harder I have to work and how much more people I have to be around since I've been promoted? Think about it Dre." I say
She finally pulls up to the employee parking and we both get out. She comes over to me and gives me a hug.
"You got this, and you've got me, so it'll be good." She says with a smile
"Thanks, and I know, you're such a goon." I say then laugh as I hug her back.
"You might be able to actually meet the owner of the hotel, aren't you excited!" She says to me
"Not really, I mean he just owns the hotel. And have you forgotten that nobody even knows who he is?" I respond
"You are really killing my vibe."
"Don't give me that kind of power over you then."
We walk into the staff room and I change into my comfortable shoes and sit at the table waiting for everyone to get the rundown on the set up for the BPC.
The Black Pyramids hotel, located in Los Angeles, California is the biggest luxury hotel in the United States. It's not only an hotel and casino, but also has underground levels are basically part of a mall. Being the only one of its kind of course people come here, and not only that but it is busy all year round.
The Black Pyramids Convention, is basically a week long party for the upper class people of America. They stay in the best of suites and party all night in the executive auditoriums of the hotel. When I say upper class people I mean celebrities, they come from all over the USA and just blow off a large amount of the money they make.
That seems pretty horrible, but that's not it. They usually come with business proposals for one another whether it be for new lines they wanna do, or even just invest in another's company. Working here for this long made me do research.
Yes, three years of my life working as a maid here. Three years to move from a regular maid to the head maid. Not a big deal for most, but it is to me because not people last long here because there's a lot of expectations that need to be met and people don't have the strength to do it.
Finally after the longest 25 minutes of my life, my boss finally comes to speak with us.
"You guys know what tonight is, and you know that everything needs to be perfect and that at anytime during this convention if you mess up, I can and will fire you." She then looks at me and motions for me to stand. I do, and everyone then looks from her to me.
"In case you haven't heard, Devonee has been promoted to head maid, so when you're finished with your first tasks then you can head to her and she'll tell you what to do next. And you're to do it without any back talk." She tells them
Everyone nods their head and she tells everyone to get to work.
"Devonee." She says to me, and I walk over to her.
"Yes ma'am?" I say to her
"I need you to go to the basement and get two or three boxes of extra necessities, they're for the deluxe suites just leave them with Maria because she has those floors. After I need you to go and make sure the penthouse, and executive lounge are in pristine condition and have everything loaded." She tells me
"I'll get on that right away." I tell her then excuse myself to the long journey to the basement. The only place that doesn't get elevator service, because the guys hired are supposed to bring the boxes up without a hard time. Well look at me now, that means that I have to carry three huge boxes to the main floor.
What an exciting day this was going to be.
CHRIS POV
"Chris, why do you want to make the convention this year longer? Honey the convention as is, is a lot of work for your staff." My Mother, Joyce tells me.
"Ma, I understand but I need to hold more auctions this year. There's a lot of expensive items to be sold, way more than there has ever been and I have to give the people what they want." I tell her
"Here we go with these auctions again. Baby, didn't I tell you these are wrong, and not only wrong but illegal too?" She tells me
"Ma, cops work for me. They've seen the auctions." I tell her, trying to reassure her.
"It's your hotel, do with it what you please. But be careful. That's all I ask." She replies
"I always am Ma." I tell her and squeeze her hand gently, I want her to know that I am listening to her.
"Okay, well are you going to be staying at the hotel? Do you got all your stuff?" She asks me, just like her still treating me like her lil baby.
"I've got it all done, relax Ma. But are you sure you don't want to go? I'd really like the whole fam to come out." I tell her
"No, we don't wanna do anything to disturb you, we know this is an important week for you and you're already late because you're here reassuring me that you're gonna be okay." She tells me with a smile
"Alright alright. I should get going." She rises and I already know she's gonna squeeze my soul out of my body, cause that's what Moms do.
I glide over to and hug her, and she indeeds squeezes the soul out of my body.
-Dev-
I bring the last box to the main floor and stop to breathe.
"All this shit could've killed me." I whisper to myself
I get them onto a cart, and head in to the elevator to the deluxe suite floors and leave the cart for Maria.
"Thank you Dev, I would've gotten them myself but you know since after the baby..." She says
"Don't worry about it I understand, if you need any help at all feel free to page me. I don't want you getting hurt." I tell her
"Thank you Dev, I might take you up on that. No wonder why you got promoted, you're such a caring person." She says before she turns around and starts making the beds
I head to the bathroom to wash my face, because them stairs made me break out in a sweat. After I walked back to the elevator, I decided to go up to the penthouse and executive lounge to make sure everything was "pristine." I chuckled to myself. I don't know why my boss always uses that word.
I scanned my elevator key, because to get up to the penthouse you have to have a key. And it just hit me that I myself have never even been up there. I'm sure it's a hell of a lot to clean up though.
When the glass doors opened I walked in. My mouth dropped. Everything was so extravagant and modern. I walked to the window and could see the entire city.
I had to get myself to refocus because the person staying in here could be here any time now. I ran to the fridge and it was stocked, i had expected it to be with champagne or wine but there were Gatorades, water, and all different kinds of juices. I checked the request sheet to make sure it wasn't a mistake and it wasn't.The freezer was stocked with hot pockets, frozen pizzas and Popsicles. After that I couldn't help but laugh.
"Is a kid staying in here?" I said through my laughs.
I bolted to the bathroom to check that it was perfect and it was. I went to the bedroom and almost fainted.
"Holy shit."
The room was bigger than Dre and I's apartment and in the middle was a California king sized bed, I slowly walked over to it to touch it and I would've let the bed swallow me alive it felt so good.
I walked to the closet and it had clothes already in it, all black pyramid gear. So the person gets the ultimate package and free shit? Sounds nice.
I wonder how much profit Chris Brown gets from this? I mean I know he let the owner of the hotel use his brand name, so I'm sure he gets a check.
The owner of this hotel is the most mysterious man I've ever heard of. He never stays in the hotel, or even visits it but yet he's able to keep it alive and hold these conventions every year. Nobody even knows his name. He doesn't even want to take credit for this place? I know I would.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a door open and bags being dropped. My heart stopped and I didn't know what to do. I was supposed to be out of this room before the guest got here. The quickest thing my mind would let me do is get in the closet, peek through till it was safe to go. I even turned my phone and pager on silent; I watched trapped in the closet, don't play.
I heard a voice and just sat back and tried not to listen. Invasion of personal privacy is something I'm not doing today. But of course this person was speaking louder than any normal person.
"I don't care, make sure all the invites for the auction are out! If this place isn't filled by auction time so help me GOD I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL. This isn't the first time we've done this so I don't know why this is such a big deal!" The voice yelled
That voice sounds familiar. And I wonder what auctions he's talking about, there's never been any auctions here.
"I'm the owner of the black pyramids, I don't care about all of that. All you need to worry about is getting those invites out. Do it yourself if you have to. If they aren't out by the next time I call you, you're FIRED!" The voice yells again.
The owner? Holy shit. I thought he never stayed here? Why do people say he doesn't when he actually does! I'm gonna be caught and I'm gonna be fired. I get a great promotion, then get fired.
I pry the door open slightly and peak out, the mans back is facing me but his arms are covered in something. I open the door and see it clearly. Tattoos? That's now how I imagined him. He was at least 6 foot 4. I watched him throw down his phone and take his shirt of.
Wait, I've seen that tattoo before...
I close the door and sit back against the wall. Where have I seen that tattoo before?
I hear footsteps and try to make myself as small as I can. But a big girl like me can only do so much. The door opens and 2 bags were thrown at me as I struggle to hold my breath. He grabs a tank and puts it on, I peered over that bag and saw that it was.
Chris Brown?