Disclaimer: Test Question, where is my disclaimer located?
Lisa Reisert groaned as her alarm clock sounded for the second time. She reached over and turned it off. "I'm up… I'm up." She muttered sleepily. She stood up, stretched and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the bathtub faucet, in order to let the water heat up. She brushed her teeth while she was waiting. She stripped out of her pajamas and got into the shower. Closing the curtain, she turned on the showerhead. She stood in the warm water, letting it massage away the tension in her neck.
She flipped on the in-shower radio and began to sing along. It was an older song about a man watching the woman he loved while she was sleeping. A chill shot down Lisa's spine as the words brought unbidden memories of Jackson. He had watched her for eight weeks before the red-eye incident. It had been one week since he had shown up at her house, alive and well. He had promised that he would be back; however, he hadn't mentioned when. Lisa scrubbed her scalp, trying in vain to scrub out the memory of his eyes, his mouth.
She stopped scrubbing and closed her eyes at the thought of his mouth. As much as she hated herself for even thinking it, a part of her bubbled with excitement at the thought of seeing him again. "Snap out of it, Lisa." She told herself aloud. She finished her shower, toweled off, and dried her hair. She applied a thin layer of makeup and then went to her closet. She quickly changed into a blue dress suit. It's the same one I was wearing when I met Jackson. She thought. She shook her head, dismissing the thought. Glancing at the clock, she grabbed her keys and raced out the door.
"Jackson isn't a part of my life anymore." Lisa said scolding herself, as she drove to work. Her cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"Lisa, its Cynthia. Did you realize that you have an 8:30 appointment?"
Lisa shook her head. "What are you talking about? I don't have and 8:30 until Thursday."
"Lisa today is Thursday."
"Shit. And it's already 9:00. Shit."
"What do you want me to do Lisa?"
"Uh… tell her that I'm running late and that I'll be there as quickly as possible. Then ask if she wants a tour."
"Leese… Why would she want a tour?"
"Because she applied for the new assistant manager position, so she'll need to know the layout and inner workings of the hotel."
"Oh, do you have an ETA?"
"Yeah, I should be there in less than 15 minutes."
"Great, we'll see you then, Lisa."
"Bye." Lisa said as she hung up the phone. "Shit. How could I forget that today is Thursday? Ok, pull yourself together Leese. Mix ups happen all the time."
Fifteen minutes later, Lisa walked briskly through the hotel doors. She made her way over to the front desk. Cynthia smiled. "Hey, Leese, she's right over there." She said pointing to a plush couch. Lisa began walking that direction. The young woman stood up, smiled and met her halfway. Lisa held out her hand. "Hello, I'm Lisa. We spoke on the phone earlier this week. You must be…"
"Jaimie. Jaimie Murphy. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Reisert."
"Please, Call Me Lisa. I'm sorry that I'm late. Normally I at least know what day it is."
Jaimie grinned. "Don't worry about it. It happens to everyone."
Lisa smiled. "I see you've already met Cynthia. She's also an assistant manager. Most likely she'll be the one training you. Now if you'll follow me, I'll give you a tour of the hotel."
I do realize this is kind of a short chapter; however I just had to end it this way. I hope this chapter was less ofa filler.