Got this idea a while back… Thought I'd give it a shot.
If any of the characters seem strange, don't worry, this is just the beginning!
FYI-There will be uses of other languages throughout the story and to help me, I used Google Translate... I apologize if it is incorrect. If you know how it's supposed to go, please tell me. I could use whatever help you've got.
Also! This is meant to be a relatively short story... In word, these don't even reach three pages, ever. So, don't expect me to expand the chapters. I purposely made them short.
- Scitah
Amanda Cahls sighed as she knocked on the door of the hotel pent house. The bell hop had been giving her a hard time, telling her that Pretty Woman was a terrible movie and that she had no shot at whomever currently resided behind the doors.
"Just because the last guy complimented my necklace from my grandmother, saying it was only one of ten and that his wife had always wanted one like it… That he would buy it off of me if I would permit it." she thought wryly. There were no words that expressed how much she hated the Bellhops who thought themselves above the House Keeping Staff. There were only three for each shift, and she only knew four of them.
Each one was an asshole.
"Hello? House Keeping. Anyone in?" Amanda called out through the door. When there was no answer, she shrugged and knocked once more, "House Keeping!" Tilting her head lightly, she hefted out her ring of keys and unlocked the doors, walking in.
Pulling the cart with her, she maneuvered it gracefully down the three steps that were the height of one normal step. Glancing around, she noticed the lights were off and the curtains were drawn. Sighing, she walked towards the drapes and pulled them back, letting light filter into the large room that served as a living room.
It looked as though no one had touched the room, but she did her job regardless, wiping each surface down and then vacuuming the premium carpet. She went on to the kitchen and found the same results, but once more, cleaned it regardless.
Next, Amanda went to the dining room and did the same. The office area with the various books of boring substance to Amanda was the next bit and as she walked in, she noticed a woman sitting behind the desk, smoking. She looked old enough to reach well over 100 and thin enough to be considered a victim of starvation.
"Oh! I didn't know anyone was in here-" Amanda began, faltering at the hard look from the woman.
"Does this hotel not tell it's employees when a room is occupied?" the woman hissed out, smoke billowing from her mouth.
"I knocked at the front door. No one answered, so I assumed-" Amanda tried again.
"Never assume, dear… It makes and ass out of you and… Well, just you." she spat, the woman did… Not literally, though.
"Uh… I can come back later-"
"How much do you get paid to do this?" The sour woman asked.
"About 11 an hour." Amanda answered honestly.
"And what is your name?" the cigarette moved to nearly non-existent lips.
"Amanda… Cahls." stuttered Amanda.
"Well, Miss Cahls, do you know how to cook and help tend to minor wounds?" Wow, was this woman insistent.
"Minor wounds being scrapes, small cuts, bruises and rashes, yes." the maid answered again.
"How would you like the most interesting and experience giving job you will ever have for the rest of your inconsequential life?" offered the haggish woman.
Standing still a moment, Amanda gaped, "I'm sorry?"
"Your life seems dull and boring, a grinding chore with no excitement… How would you like for that to change?" she tapped the ashes into a bowl. "I can offer you so much more than what this crappy hotel offers you with better benefits and far more excitement that you'll surely never forget for as long as you live."
Crappy hotel? This was 4 stars. Only the snobs and inbred dared enter here, unless they were workers… Everything in this place was top of the line and fancy and expensive…
Amanda leaned her head back in suspicion, "How much more would you pay me? What would the hours be? Where would I be supposedly working?"
"You'll start with $500 a day and it will progressively grow by month 6 of your first year. Your hours are not an issue for you will be living on site and tending to the others when they need you to. You will cook, clean, do laundry, mundane tasks and housework mostly…"
Blinking, Amanda thought hard, currently she barely made 90 a day… But all those tasks… Left to her and her alone? "I'll be working alone?"
"No. Three other people will be helping you." one of her thin eyebrows quirked, "The others, one of which who is most profuse in cooking, another in medical, and the last in laundry, they shall all work under you. And for that, you will get a small weekly bonus of $1000 so long as no one complains." Her boney hand reached forwards to shake Amanda's, "Do we have a deal?"
Amanda stared at the hand, "But, where is this place that I'll be working?" her hand moved towards the woman's but hovered.
"In the sixties…" the woman stated with a bark of a laugh while gripping Amanda's hand. Next thing Amanda knows is she's surrounded by darkness.
