"Cammie, how nice to see you again. Are you going to be helping out with this place?" Miriam asked. I nodded.

"So are my friends, Macey McHenry and Zach Goode." I said introducing them to Miriam.

"Macey, Zach this is Miriam Queen." I told them.

"Hey," Macey said with a nod of her head. Zach went up and stuck out his hand.

"Nice to meet you." he said with a charming smile. He sure did know how to be polite when he was in front of adults.

"Okay, now they you all have met I am going to be giving you guys your jobs. Cammie, will you handle the front desk? Macey, could you handle being a maid sort of person, like you would put clean towels in people's rooms and fresh sheets on there bed every week." Grams said before taking a breath.

"You want me to be a…maid?!?" Macey asked her eyes sort of bugging out. My grandmother just nodded.

"Zach, could be the guy who replenishes soaps and toiletries?" Grams asked him. He nodded.

"Okay, well I gave you all your jobs. You can expect to get paid every Sunday. I'll pay you all for the amount of time you work, which will vary. I'm sure you are all smart enough to figure out how to do it." Grams explained, "Miriam you can go now. So you all get to work. Just call my office if you need any help" Grams said and walked away afterwards, not bothering to explain anything further. Not that we needed her to, we were all smart.

"This is so unfair!" Macey said storming off, probably in search of the place Grams stores all the stuff Macy would need.

"At least I won't be that busy." Zach said with a smile. I smiled back.

"Yeah, good thing." I said leaning closer. We got closer and closer, then we heard someone cough. We straightened up immediately.

"Can we help you?" I asked him blushing slightly. He smiled.

"Yes, I believe you can. I'm looking for a place to stay for a while." said the man, he seemed sort of familiar.

"I'm Cammie. So you need a room. Any thing particular?" I asked him introducing myself.

"I'm Michael McKeester." Michael said to us. He had brown hair and blue eyes, he looked to be in his late thirties to early forties.

"Okay I can get you a room on the second floor. Room 312 is open. How long will you be staying?" I asked checking the computer.

"Uh…at least a week." he said thinking it through.

"Okay, for a whole week it will cost about $700. I know that's a bit expensive but the room has a great view and the room is really nice." I told him with a smile. I only knew all of this because it was on the computer.

"I'll take it." Mr. McKeester said pulling out cash. He handed me seven one hundred dollar bills. I wondered if he had gone to the bank right before coming here.

"Zach, can you take Mr. McKeester to room 312?" I asked Zach handing him the key.

"Sure, Cammie. I'll be back down in a few." Zach said taking the key and getting Mr. McKeester to his room. I put in the computer that he was staying. When Zach came back he had a smile on his face.

"Michael McKeester. Sounds like Michael my keister." Zach said with a laugh. I began scrolling through the list on the computer familiarizing myself with the tenants. Then the phone rang.

"Hello, Red river bed and breakfast." I said into the phone. The person on the phone was from room 213. Mrs. Benson. She needed new towels.

"Can you go find Macey and tell her room 213 needs new towels?" I asked Zach. He nodded.

"But first." Zach said leaning in and giving me a kiss. I pulled away and smiled.

"Now, go find Macey, we have jobs to do." I told him pointing my finger in the direction I had last seen Macey headed.

"Aye aye captain." Zach said with a goofy grin. I rolled my eyes as he walked off towards were Macey was. That's when I spotted Mr. McKeester standing at the end of the stairs.

"You know you really should teach that boy to respect you." he said with a chuckle. He reminded me of someone I couldn't place. That just bugged me, but I let it go.

"He does respect me. So is there anything I can help you with?" I asked him, wondering why he was standing there watching us.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you knew any good restaurants around here?" he asked. I nodded.

A/N: Hope you like this chapter. Sorry it took a while to get it up, but I was busy. Anyways, does anyone have any guess on who the mysterious Michael McKeester might be? Or is he just plain old Michael McKeester on vacation? Review and tell me what you think. So on that note, please please pretty please review! :D lol