Oh, dear, how do I get myself into these stories? I said that I wouldn't start writing this until I finished Undesired Affections, but I guess I lied. I didn't know how to start this story until this morning when a plot bunny looked at me and said, "Do it, punk" and gave me the prolog. Apparently my plot bunnies are all manly jerks, because they always seem to be very abrupt and masculine when they come to me.
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Prolog
"Please sit down, Miss Watson," a woman directed politely as she closed the door behind the young woman and crossed the office to sit at a make shift desk. A sense of confidentiality was needed in situations such as these.
There wasn't much to say about the woman in her grey suit; other than her name was Pamela and she was there to interview every employee at The Palmer House; including Miss Watson. Most people liked to add a little bit of color to an outfit, but this woman didn't. Miss Watson could tell that Pamela hadn't paid much attention to her appearance since the mid 1980s, what with the bad hair spray matted hair and the shoulder pads that could give the terminator a run for his money, she was a fashion faux pas.
"I would first like to say, Miss Watson, that I know this wasn't your fault." She shuffled her papers around looking for the right profile attached to the information sheet that had Miss Watson's personal accounts of the situation. She slid her gold rimmed glasses that hung on its gaudy chain over her nose so that she might be able to read it more clearly. "It says here that you're the Hotel Manager for the PM shift?"
"Well, actually I work whenever I'm needed. Day or night… but my employee files do say PM Hotel Manager, yes," Miss Watson said with confidence as she sat straight in her chair with perfect posture.
"I see…" Pamela leafed through her papers trying to find a pay role sheet that was somewhere on her desk. When she got a hold of it she paused, only moving her lips slightly as she read through the lines. "You work quite a bit." Pamela gave Miss Watson a slight smile.
"My home away from home, "Miss Watson added.
"Yes, I see. And you were at the Pool Facilities when it happened?" Pamela asked for clarification.
"Yes, I was." Miss Watson didn't want to answer these questions. It was starting to make her feel uncomfortable, making her squirm in her chair slightly at the memory of the entire incident.
The interviewer grabbed her clip board that had been borrowed from the hotel and took her pen to paper, ready to take down notes if need be. "How close were you with the guest, Miss Watson?" she asked with little emotion.
"Um… well he was here quite often. I got to know him over the time that he stayed here, I guess," Miss Watson started to feel tears well in her eyes as she remembered the happening of the last few months. Everything had gone from being so familiar to changing all because of one man. Her life, his life, the life of the people she knew and cared about had all changed…
"I see… Alright… Look Serena, I know it's painful, but why don't you just start at the beginning. Just try and remember everything," Pamela sat back in her chair ready for the manager's version of the story.
Serena nodded; remembered the fateful day that Darien Dray first came to stay with them in the Palmer House Suites.
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Auther's Note: I know it's short, and you don't really know what's going on yet, but that's what a prolog is supposed to be about. Believe it or not, this will be a romance story.
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