Love Without Tragedy | JB | a.u| BWWM | COMPLETE

One.

I folded away the last of the fluffy towels that I'd brought up to this suite before I'd started cleaning it. They felt so soft, like clouds, if one could actually feel a cloud. Luxurious.

Lots of people checked in and out of this New York hotel. It was one of the best in the country. One mention of the hotel name and first thing you'd think about is business people and A-list celebrities popping in.

I'd always dreamt of spending one night here, not as an employee but, as someone important. I would wake up in the morning and order up some breakfast that I couldn't really pronounce because I don't speak French, then, as I waited for the breakfast to come up, I'd take a shower in the massive bathroom that was all done up in some Italian tiles and marble, put on some designer clothes afterwards then have my breakfast as I sat at the window, looking at the view of the city.

I frowned as I realised that, that wouldn't happen any time soon. Maybe not even in this lifetime. I wasn't born for that sort of life. It wasn't for me. Maybe God knew that I'd blow it if I were rich. Maybe He knew that I'd spend money on silly things, but isn't that what all rich people do? Thousands of dollars spent on a handbag only because it had a massive logo on it?

I got out of the bathroom and out of the suite then I locked the door behind me and took my trolley down to the storeroom in the basement.

"Banks." My manager, Mr Smith, stopped me just before I checked out of my shift.

He was a medium height, 40-something year old man with dark hair and a bald spot. His suits were always spotless and his shoes always shining. He was a perfectionist, he believed in order and he called everyone by their surnames.

"Mr Smith." I smiled warmly at him as I ironed out the creases in my uniform with my hands.

"I know that this is really short notice but I need you to fill in for Jocelyn. She's been involved in an accident so she won't be able to take care of the presidential suite on the top floor, as planned. I need that place fixed by tomorrow evening because one of the most important people to have ever been born arrives the next morning." Mr Smith said.

"O-Obama?" I asked.

He had to be super important if the suite needed to be cleaned so fast.

Mr Smith chuckled.

"No. Justin Bieber." He smiled.

I'd never heard of him before so I just nodded my head.

"I'll pay you for the extra time you put in if you can come in and have that suite cleaned. I know it was meant to be your day off tomorrow but... Apart from Jocelyn, you're one of the best and I need the best to clean for the best." Mr Smith sucked up to me.

"Okay." I exhaled.

I really did need the money, as much as I could make. I also needed to keep busy or I'd go insane.

"I knew I could count on you." Mr Smith smiled. "Just come see me in my office as soon as you arrive tomorrow. You might want to come in a bit early. It's a big suite which needs a lot of attention."

I nodded.

"See you tomorrow, Banks." He said

He walked off.