HER HOMETOWN PRINCE

2.

Four years later

Becca

"Oh. My. God."

"What is it now Casey?" I asked as I checked the computer for the day's reservations. Shouts and distant flashes of cameras at the lobby door answered my question to her excited squeal. I looked up in shock by the crowd shouting questions and pushing their camera towards a man-made circle.

"Who's that?" I asked checking the computer for any familiar celebrity names. None stood out to me, I double-checked once more, my curiosity was peaking high. In my peripheral vision, I saw Casey bouncing on her toes with a wide excited smile on her face. Hotel security ran past the desk with the hotel manager in tow. The security was able to make a pathway for a slim woman to make her way out. She was dressed in a black power suit, her glossy brown hair in a tight bun, and no trace of a smile on her face as she approached the Hotel Manager. This was the first time I ever saw him nervous. The crowd around the man-made circle was pushed back for them to come in further into the lobby; they didn't stop at my desk but went straight to the elevator banks. The woman and the manager were talking intently, he was watching over her shoulder to a list she held whilst explaining whatever it was. Her posture spoke of years of discipline and had an air of elegance about her. What celebrity had this efficient assistant?

"I can't believe it. He's back home." Casey quietly said with much enthusiasm.

"WHO?" I snapped at her. She stood looking at me in utter shock at the question I asked. Her overly glossed pink lips are in a perfect O as the lights of the lobby reflect on them.

"The prince of New York."

"Casey, what are you on?" I asked immediately annoyed. New York has a mayor and titled rich people who run the city behind the scenes, not princes.

She rolled her brown eyes at me while pushing me away from the computer, looking over her shoulder I watched on as she went to the penthouse suites. I went to that section twice and it was all due to the manager's request. "These two suites are owned by his family. Whenever they are in town they occupy it." Casey explained pointing out the status of one suite. "This is his. The other is his parents'. The whole top floor has been designed to their liking." She continued.

I've been working at this five-star hotel for a year and I have never ventured past the thirtieth floor. I was still learning about the regulars and how to deal with the top priority guests. "They can do that? Even if they don't stay here for long periods?" I asked in disbelief.

Casey looked at me once more with utter shock and exasperation. Her expression turned into a haughty look while crossing her arms across her ample chest.

"Becca do you know whom you are working for? Who gives the okay with everything here?"

"Uhh...Umm..." To be honest, I have no clue, I wasn't planning on staying to make ties with anyone, not even the boss. I got the job because of my mother's friend, it was more of favor at twenty-four I still haven't landed my dream job. That may only happen when I decide what I want to do for a living. There are many paths to take with the degree I acquired I just haven't made a choice. Quoting everyone who's close to me, I live in my own world and carry my own tune.

"Sweetie you're working for Donovan McRoy. The billionaire? He owns this hotel plus others in major cities. He's also a whiz at technology. That was his only son and heir to it all, Sebastien McRoy. Where do you live girl?"

"In a reality where normal people live," I answered in a dull tone.

"Well, you should check this one out. He's the most eligible bachelor right now. The thing that puts him in such high demand is his background. It is said his father's side was royalty in Scotland. A duke or a Lord. I can't remember. He's so hot. I wish he will just see me and we will fall in love" By her last word, Casey had stars in her eyes and just maybe thinking of her all-white wedding with the billion-dollar prince.