When Viola, a hotel maid, is sent to clean an especially difficult guest’s suite, she finds herself the victim of a cruel game initiated by the hotel owner’s spoiled daughter and her friend. Viola can’t fight back in case she gets fired, but an unexpected visitor changes everything. Viola stood outside Suite 207 in the opulent hotel hallway, her worn uniform contrasting the lavish surroundings.
The guests inside this suite had been notoriously difficult, causing another maid, Jean, to quit and run home in tears. Viola knocked firmly on the mahogany door. It creaked open, revealing a young woman with manicured nails and red hair.
“Room service,” Viola announced. The woman rolled her eyes and slammed the door, only to reopen it with a playful smirk. “Okay, okay, I’m kidding.
Come in.”
Inside, the suite was a mess. Bags of chips littered a table, and a velvet sofa faced a coffee table overflowing with champagne flutes. On the sofa, a young woman with blonde hair lounged in a sparkly dress, her face mirroring the first girl’s smirk.
“Finally!” she exclaimed. “Where have you been? I called you five minutes ago!”
Viola stammered a response but was interrupted as the first girl placed a heavy, ornate glass bell around her neck.
“Now we’ll hear you every time you come near us,” she said with a cruel smile. Viola’s face crinkled with the effort to maintain professionalism. She calmly removed the bell.
“Miss, this isn’t right,” she protested. The redhead leaned closer to Viola, her voice low and menacing. “Put it on,” she commanded.
The blonde woman began recording everything on her phone. “This is my hotel,” the redhead continued. “If I want, I’ll make this bell part of your official uniform.
You got it?”
Viola, feeling powerless, resignedly placed the bell back on. The blonde woman’s triumphant smile was illuminated by her phone screen as she captured the scene. “Good girl.
Now, clean my shoes… to begin with,” the redhead spat out, her voice laced with cruelty. Laughter erupted from her lips, a sound laced with malice and entitlement. The blonde girl joined in, her laughter echoing through the vast hotel suite.
“Yeah. Do it, girl, that’s easy.”
Viola stood between them, her fists clenched, trying to hide her humiliation. She hesitantly picked up a dusting cloth and began cleaning the redhead’s stiletto.
“Oh my god, Jess,” the blonde woman laughed. “This is priceless!”
At that moment, the door opened, revealing an older man in a sharp suit. His shock was evident as he saw Viola at Jess’s feet.
“What’s going on here?” he demanded, his voice tinged with outrage. Jess, the redhead, looked up, her triumphant smirk fading. “Dad?
What are you doing here?”
“Following up on a series of complaints from my staff about the guests in this suite,” he replied, glaring at his daughter. “You’re coming with me, young lady!”
***
In the hotel manager’s office, Jessica sat nervously on her father’s desk. “Jessica, what have you been doing?
Humiliating employees, making noise, destroying property?”
Jessica spun around, feigning innocence. “It was the maid. Had to teach her some manners.
She was rude to Alicia and me. That brat should be fired.”
“You’re calling her a brat?” her father asked in disbelief. “Gosh, I didn’t raise you to be like this!
And why are you not in class?”
“College is on a break,” Jessica retorted. “Alicia and I wanted to relax.”
“You call this relaxing?” he sighed. “Jess, you’ve been taking too much time off from your studies.”
Jessica’s anger flared.
“I’m studying all the time!”
Her father, unimpressed, presented her with a simple black and white dress. “What is that dress?” she asked. “Take a look and find out,” her father replied.
Jessica unfolded the dress. The black fabric felt stiff and uncomfortable against her fingertips, a stark contrast to the designer clothes she was accustomed to. She dropped it onto the desk with a sigh of disdain.
“Jessica,” her father said calmly, “you need to learn the value of money. It doesn’t grow on trees. And you’ll work as a maid in this hotel for a month or two, replacing the one who quit because of you.”
“Dad, is this a joke?” Jessica asked incredulously, holding up the dress.
“No, Jessica,” he replied firmly. “This is no joke. You won’t see another dime of my money if you don’t do it.”
Jessica was outraged.
“Is that what this is about?” she spat, leaning forward over the desk. “Money? You’re giving me conditions now?”
Her father met her defiant gaze and nodded.
“Fine,” Jessica said with false acceptance, “But if I do well, I get your gold card for a month or two.”
“Deal,” her father replied. Jessica took the uniform and walked away, seeing this as a chance to access his gold card. In the hotel supply room, she donned the uniform.
Her face, usually adorned with expensive makeup, was bare now. “What are you staring at?” Jessica snapped defensively as Viola entered and looked at her. “Just… don’t forget your gloves,” Viola advised gently.
“The cleaning chemicals can harm your skin.”
“I don’t need your advice,” Jessica retorted. With a gentle shrug, Viola walked away. Later, Viola paused outside the room Jessica was cleaning.
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