Bet On Us

8. Working With A Billionaire

It was Tuesday morning, and I was already dreading it.
I had an eventful weekend, and I've only lived here not even a week yet.
I was going to be working with Robert today, this is going to be fun.
NOT!

I ran around the room like a blue arse fly, trying to find my car keys.
Where did I put those fucking keys?
I started to scratch my head and hum.

At last, I found them. They was on top of the fridge, what a great start to the day!
Luckily, I'm only on a 5 hour shift.

I grab my keys, open my front door locking it behind me.
I walk towards my car, open it, and place my bag in the passenger seat.
Put my keys in, and off I drive to work.

9:10am

I got to work just on time, I meet Malcolm at the entrance. He showed me around the hotel, he showed me where to put my bag.

Suddenly, Malcolm showed me back to reception. He taught me how to write in the books, how to answer calls, and if people needed to book a meeting with him, I would have to pass on a message.

Malcolm was very helpful.
Robert arrived at the hotel, he looked hung over.
What a prick!
Robert stood next to me at reception, he taught me a couple of things as well.
The phone rang, and I answered, I was so nervous. But I carried on with confidence.

"Hi Stones Hotel Service, how may I help you?" I asked
"Could I book a room for 2 please, from 6th-8th of September please?" Cried the customer
"Yes of course, could I take your first and last name please?" I asked
"Karen Walker" replied the customer
"Thank you, will you be paying when you arrive or over the phone?" I asked
"When I arrive, when is the check in times please?" Asked the customer
"From 16:00pm-12:00am" I answered
"Thank you" cried the customer
"You're welcome, have a lovely day" I responded

I hung up, and saw Robert was staring at me. Was it because I was confident? Or was it because he disliked me? I couldn't care less either way.
Silly boy!

11:00am

Only 3 hours and a half, then I'll be off home.
So far, I've answered 10 phone calls.
I'm getting quite good at this I think.

Robert was scrolling through his phone, looking at women in bikinis.
Fucking creep!

Suddenly, Miah walked into the hotel, she was walking towards reception.
I'm not even going to look at her.
She looked pissed off.
Who's shit in her cornflakes?

"Hi Robert, do you know where Malcolm is?" Miah asked
"Upstairs on floor 4" Robert cried

Miah smiled, and turned towards me. I didn't pay her no mind, I was writing down the last customer who phoned.

"So do you like it here Katie?" Miah asked

What gives her the right to fucking talk to me?
I was annoyed now.
Again, I ignored her.
I don't trust snakes.
Or people who set me up for no reason, pffft no way!

I carried on, like I was busy. I didn't care about her anymore, she lost my trust the minute she tried framing me.

Miah walked away, and Robert was left staring at me again. What was his issue?
Sponge bob looking twat!

"What?" I asked
"Why won't you forgive?" Robert cried
"I don't trust people who tried framing me" I answered
"I wouldn't either" Robert replied