"Please, tell me, if you're up for it," Paris said, sitting on the chair beside me.

Apparently I fell asleep during the massage, so the conversation barely went anywhere. I wasn't even sure how many times she repeated her questions and answers.

I slowly sat up, barely able to maintain my balance until I realized I was still on the long spa chair. My whole body felt like cooked noodles; knot free, soft, pliable and light. It was overall a relieving sensation, and it worked successfully in my terms.

"Oh gee whiz," I said, rubbing my hands together nervously, "it's kind of a long story. I don't want to bore you."

"Trust me, you won't," Paris said. "You have my full attention. What's going on?"

I took a huge gulp. I never talked to anybody that I barely know about my troubles, except Mom before we became kin. Paris has been noble and dear to me, and it would be fair if I did just the same, including talking one on one.

"Well, it's about Rhonda," I said.

Paris nodded. "What about her?"

I began to fiddle with my hands some more. "Well, ever since we arrived here, she has been a nasty and rude employee. When she doesn't talk, she gives each of us a disgusting look. Did any of us do something wrong?" Yeah, it sounds stupid for me to ask that, but it was out of my perspective.

"No no no," Paris said quickly, "nothing at all from what I have seen. I personally don't see why she is like that, especially towards children. I am a huge witness of almost everything she does." Paris sighed and anxiously hunched her shoulders. "She… she is my boss, after all…"

My jaw dropped instantly. "What…?"

"Rhonda is my boss, and I hate it. I hate it so much. I have felt like a slave since she first came here."

All of this sounded so familiar. That is how stunned I was at the moment. I knew something was awry with at least one of the staff members. The more that was said, the more noticeable Paris' emotions became.

"Well, that's a shame," I said. "Why don't you tell the owners or the CEOs?"

"I tried…" Paris wearily rubbed her fingers on her forehead. "They don't believe me. When they come here, Rhonda always acts differently towards them. It makes me look and feel like an idiot. Now I am a trapped slave as long as she is my manager."

"How long has she worked here?" I asked.

"I have been told that she has been here for like a decade already. I tell you, everything was fine until I met Rhonda. Is it strange that I have only known her for a few months?"

"Yeah, I guess so…"

Wait… How could Paris have known her for a few months unless… Rhonda was making everything up? She has the exact aura of a cold-hearted hypocrite who wants nothing but the hotel all to herself.

"Right?!" Paris said exasperatedly. "I'm so relieved to know that I'm not alone on this! Thank you so much for it."

"It's no surprise to me to be honest."

Paris tilted her head profusely. "What makes you say that, Butters?"

"Because… Rhonda is an imposter. She is not who you think she is. And I know who she really is."

"You do? Who?"

I took a deep breath. "My former principal from my school. Miss Trunchbull."

There was a long pause afterwards. Paris hunched over and put her head in her palms. I braced myself for her to deny my details. Paris lifted her head back up again. "An imposter? Miss Trunchbull?"

I nodded. "Yes. She is terrifying as a venomous snake. I never knew her until the first day of school last year. But she was chased out of the school, and possibly town in simple terms."

Paris was in utter astonishment. She was also taking a moment longer to answer for almost every other detail given to her. On the outside was stunned, but on the inside she was confused and hurt.

"How so?" Paris asked, breaking some more silence.

"Let's just say I had help from somebody who helped me in return." I eyed the door as if anybody were to eavesdrop on us. It was strangely quiet in the building although the spa was getting a lot of business during this time of day. Now the atmosphere's energy felt like a sinister movie scene about to happen.

"Actually…" Paris tapped on her chin. "Come to think of it, I think I have heard of that name. I believe I heard some kids mention her before. Not many but enough to catch."

"Really?"

"Yeah, at least from what I remember." She took another brief pause. "Butters, does your aunt or mother know about this?"

I shook my head no. I almost forgot all about them this whole time we were talking. "They don't. But I didn't want to bring it up to them too soon because it would ruin their mood while we are here. I also don't think they would believe me right away…"

"Nonsense," Paris said, "I think they will. They are both folks I would hang out with in my spare time. But seriously, kiddo. I think you should tell them."

"Yeah, I probably should. Even if they don't believe me." I hopped off of the chair and reluctantly walked up to Paris. "Can you come with me?"

Paris smiled and ruffled my hair. "I think I'll still have some spare time in hand, so of course I can come. Remember that I am a witness for another reason. I'm surprised you are the first one to tell me you watch what Rhon- I mean Miss Trunchbull does."

"I just want you to be happy, and I used to have people with her energy around me every day."

I held Paris' hand and she opened the door. To be fair I felt somewhat better, but I definitely need to tell Mom and Aunt Nellie right away. It's unfair for me to have trouble while they are having fun. Even with Paris by my side I have a decent percent of confidence that we can deal with the tyrant. She needs to go. Now.