THE HOTEL VIVA CASE
By: Nicole.
Nothing good could come from this. As she tried to find a way out of this mess. Only a few more hours, then it would be over.
December 13, 2012. 4:33 PM:
A man walked into his own home, greeted with no one. He lived alone. No one was there to talk to, all his family were far away, and he really didn’t have any friends. He sat down at his armchair and turned on the TV to be greeted with a weird add for a brush that could brush human and dog hair.
How do people come up with this stuff, he thought. Then he remembered that these people were rich, and he was rotting away in an apartment in Chicago, Illinois. He switched the channels, they were all the same thing. He threw the remote in boredom, and decided to order out.
He called the place, of course they couldn’t bring the food to his apartment. So, he had to go and get it himself when it was done. Yes, this was this poor miserable man’s life.
The man looked around the place to find something to do, there was nothing left to do except draw. He took out his sketchbook, and began drawing whatever came into his head.
Yes, art was the one thing he could depend on to give him confort. The way the pencil would gently land on the paper, leaving markings of his own design was peaceful. The accomplishment that would happen when he actually finished a piece of art. It was one of the few things in life he found enjoyable as he waited for time to end.
December 13, 2012. 5:44 PM:
Right after the man got his food, it was soggy from the rain that happened while he walked home. Life never seemed to go his way. He didn’t want to take his car because he barely has any gas, and ended up walking in the dreadful rain.
The food was simply a salad, because the man always watched his weight. Even though he was the normal weight of every ordinary man, he always felt pressured by his coworkers at the hotel who work out everyday. Which they use to somehow get a spouse.
He opened the container for the salad to reveal lettuce and other vegetables draped in water. He sighed with frustration. There was no way he could eat this in any way or form.
The man hoped that hopefully that tomorrow, things would be different at his job at the hotel. He figured that it would be best to go to bed now. So, he could wake up early to take care of everything. The man went straight to bed.
December 14, 2012. 6:11 AM:
It was early in the morning at the Hotel Viva, and the man was at the front desk ready to see anyone who wanted to get help, get a room, or anything else really. He was in charge of making sure that everyone got to their room, got their key, and had a good first impression.
That meant that the man had to have the happiest face ever seen, or else he would get a bad report which would cause him to be fired. That happened to the person that used to be here. They had one bad day, got a bad report, and got fired by the boss. That's what life was here, do the customer's every wish, and get a good review.
There seemed to be no new person to replace the other guy. The man was left to tend to all the people. The first people to come in was a woman and her kids.
“Hello,” said the mother.
“Hello, what do you need help with?” asked the man with a smile.
“I already got a room here, it is under Joanne Fuller,” continued the mother. “It is a three bedroom with a shower. It should be for 5 days.”
The man looked over the screen to see the woman’s name and all of the information.
“Yep,” said the man. “All of it is here, your room number is #234, and….” He looked around the cubby at the bottom for the key card. “Here is your card to get into your room, it is on the 4th floor.”
“Thank you,” said Joanne as she took her two children to the room. Another person sent away, thought the man as he waited for the next guest to come.
December 14, 2012. 8:12 AM:
23, 23 people came in under around 2 hours. That was normal here at the hotel. The man stayed at the desk, this was just part of a long day for $9.50 per hour. He was lucky that he wasn’t at minimum wage.
A person comes in, a man wearing a suit with money in the suit coat pocket, he looks around still he sees the man, wearing the same smile. The suited man walks up to him with a smirk.
“Excuse me,” said the suited man. “Not to be a bother, but I heard there was a job opening?” The suited man had a sly smooth feeling in his voice.
“There maybe one,” said the man, remembering the fact that he was alone. “I will go and talk to the boss, it will only take one second.
The suited man nods, as the man goes off to the boss’s office, Ms. Magnolia’s office. She was a rather difficult person to deal with, being the owner and head manager of the hotel, she came with a package of supreme sass and authority over anyone.
The man took a deep breathe before opening the door to reveal Ms. Magnolia talking on the phone with a sponsor.
“I’m sorry,” she said in her southern accent. “But, you sell drugs. Your company has many lawsuits. My hotel can not afford to have relations with someone like that. Y'all are no longer part of Hotel Viva’s sponsorship!” Ms. Magnolia waited for the sponsor to ramble on until speaking again. “Come back when you don’t have 50 death threats from your clients.”
Ms. Magnolia hung up the phone, and slammed it into the receiver. She put her hand to her face to rub her irritated eyes. Hotel Viva was Ms. Magnolia’s life's work, she put so much into it, and it became one of the top hotels in the country.
She finally looked up to see the man.
“What is it now?” she asked, with her madness peering to the edge.
“Um,” the man started. “There is someone looking for a job opening, he is waiting at the-”
“Nope,” said Ms. Magnolia. “I am not having another job interview today, we have enough staff. I don’t want to spend more money paying you people for your weak services.”
She looked back at the man’s disappointed face, she sighed.
“I’ll call Kevin to take care of it,” continued Ms. Magnolia. “You won’t have to worry about it, and Martin will call you when he is gone.”
“Thank you Ms. Magnolia,” said the man.
As he tried to get out of the room, Ms. Magnolia interrupted him.
“And, one more thing,” started Ms. Magnolia. “You’re going to have to help George clean some rooms.”
The man sneered with disgust from that order. But, he had to do it anyway because she was his boss. The reason why he didn’t like George was simply because he was always out for his job even though everyone got paid the same amount.
He went up to the 2nd floor of the hotel, that was where the man knew that George was. Because that man always had a schedule.
The man looked around to try to find George with no luck whatsoever. He stared into the hall of rooms. He continued going forward until he stopped to simply look around at the velvet doors.
Then suddenly, George jumped out of a closet with a scream right next to the man. He screamed at George’s scare.
George laughed. “I got you, again! That was too funny!” He continued to laugh while the man just stared in annoyance.
“You seriously need to stop doing that,” said the man. “And, how did you know I was coming.”
George pulled out a walkie talkie from the pack he kept near his waist with cleaning things.
“The boss told me to be expecting you,” replied George. “She said something about someone wanting a job offer, and you still having to do work.”
“Yeah,” said the man. “Some guy was looking for a job offering.”
George got out a duster, and lead the man to a room to clean. George and the man used to both be on the cleaning crew, but the man got promoted to front desk. Which caused a rift between George and the man’s relationship.
December 14, 2012: 9:30 AM:
George and the man went through more than 39 rooms. It was easy for them to do these things because they were used to each other. They were currently doing the 40th room. George was making the bed, while the man cleaned the TV with a wipe.
“So,” started George. “How has being in the front desk been like?”
“Fine,” said the man. “It is rather annoying how so many people come everyday.”
“Do you think Ms. Magnolia is working herself out?” asked George. “I mean, people have been leaving the hotel, and she been hiding scandal after scandal from sponsors. How do you think she covers it up?”
“I don’t know,” replied the man. “The woman is a miracle worker. As long as she gives me money to keep my apartment, I’ll be okay.”
George stopped setting up the bed, and turned to the man.
“You think she,” he turned around for effect, and whispered. “Is kind of a looker.” And, winked.
The man replied by throwing a the wipe at him.
“She is our boss, George,” said the man. “She most likely has a spouse.”
“I didn’t see any wedding ring,” said George with a smirk. “Imagine being the husband of someone who runs an award winning hotel? You’d live here in the best suites everyday!”
“Are you forgetting that she is a stern woman who most likely suspects her husband to be her business partner?”
George stopped a minute with realization.
“Oh, that,” said George, now with a frown. “Oh, and can you clean the bathroom? To make it even I’ll check the closet and check for bed mites.”
The man sighed, and opened the bathroom. There was a body. The man shrieked. The body had a knife stabbed right into it with blood drained onto the floor. The body was a male, his eyes looked lifeless as they looked up at the ceiling.
George came in, and put his hand to his mouth.
“Oh my god,” whimpered George. “Is- t-that…”
“A dead body, yes,” replied the now weakened man as tears of horror came down his face. That was when the man realized that the dead body was wearing a suit, with some money in the suit coat pocket.
“I-I recognize him,” said the man, as George looked at him. “He was t-the guy l-looking for the j-job opening.”
George slammed the bathroom door shut, he then reached for his walkie talkie.
“B-boss-” started George.
“WHAT?!” exclaimed Ms. Magnolia.
“T-there’s a problem,” continued George.
“What is it?” asked Ms. Magnolia, impatiently. “If it's bed bugs, then call-”
The man reached for the walkie talkie so she could hear his voice. “We found a dead body!”
There was a moment of silence, as George looked at the man with a maddened face, mouthing Why did you do that?
“Is this a joke?” asked Ms. Magnolia in a quiet, yet menacing voice. “If I go down there, and see that it was a joke. Y’all will be fired.”
“This is no joke M-Ms. Magnolia,” said George. “It’s in room #67 on the second floor.”
Ms. Magnolia went out, leaving George and the man alone.
“That was a dead body,” said George. “An actual dead body.”
“Yes,” said the man saddened. “God, why do these things keep happening.”
After that comment, Ms. Magnolia slammed the door open. Red in the face from running up all the stairs, in heels.
“Where is it?” asked Ms. Magnolia after a set of panting. George pointed to the bathroom. After a quick rest, Ms. Magnolia opened the bathroom door to look at the body. She sneered in disgust.
“No, no, no, no,” she kept on saying while she inspected the body. Ms. Magnolia the looked to the men with a frown.
“Alright,” started Ms. Magnolia. “We can’t let anyone know about this. If we do, there will be havok and press all over the hotel. It will be the end of every single employee, including me, of Hotel Viva. Do you understand?”
George and the man nodded in response.
“George,” she continued. “You are going to make sure that no employee comes to this room. If they ask say that there were bug mites and that if anyone entered the room they’d be fired.”
“John,” she went on to the man. “You have to go into the system to make sure that no one is coming into this room. If someone is change it. If they make a complaint about it, I don’t care.”
Then, she directed to both of them. “If one word slips out to the authorities about this, I will have you both regret everything. I will make y’all’s life's so miserable.”
George scoffed. Ms. Magnolia looked at him with dangerous eyes.
“George Ben,” said Ms. Magnolia, with her green piercing eyes staring at him why he wailed in fright. “You used to be known as Craig Holly, a con man notorious for stealing, fake ids, and marrying a woman only to kill her just to get her money. I wonder what would happen if the world knew who’s America’s 14th most wanted criminal.”
“John Juner,” she turned to the man, to his fright. “You had a drinking addiction, and also had a hand in illegible shipping of bootleg alcohol.”
Both of the men stared at each other with only their eyes. Both had been cons, and the business woman in front of them knew all of it.
“If my hotel falls apart, then so does your chance of having a normal life.” said Ms. Magnolia. “So, don’t let ANYONE find out!”
They could only nod their heads together in agreement. This would be a secret they would keep for a lifetime.
PART II WILL COME.
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