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e were making their way from the bank of elevators to my left across the lobby to the breakf

hite omelet for the more health conscious-clients could enjoy the magnificent vi

m the Silicon Valley business guys to the Stanford students needing some grease to cure their hangovers. Making sure their breakfast came with a view was only one way I tried to achieve my goal. When I got promoted t

at the front desk and tidied up the bits and pieces of stationery litt

ted voice asked from the doorway behind m

l place above her heart while mussing her curly hair with her free hand. "I went home for a couple of

g her fiery curls bounce. "I don't understand why you go ab

eted an elderly couple celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary this week. "I

sure every room is ready. That's housekeeping's job. It's what Sheila and the girls get paid to do," she sa

More than that, I enjoyed my job and I worked hard because I didn't want to be stuck in it for the rest of my life. T

cher. Face it Aston, you're nothing but another brick in the wall to th

id actually care about his employees. Or at least he made an effort to fake it really well. "That billionaire you

Tiffany propped a hand on her hip and arched a perfectly plucked brow. "Stuff like tha

t him, he started out with nothing but look at where he is now. He has a hotel in almost every state and we're expanding inter

ll one day. That's how these big companies work." She scooted b

terly report came in early this morning. I w

er fingers in a way that told me she was in the mood to cause trouble. My suspicions grew stronger when she batted her lashes next. "Please come out with me. We need to get

. 'Girls just want to have fun' was her mantra and she spent every spare penny she had in pursuit of it. She was the fun to my s

ress a laugh. "Why don't we find you a guy to dominate inst

s pivoted to the source of the noise. A group of guys wearing fraternity shirts came tumbling throug