CHAPTER ONE

Hannah sighed for the hundredth time. As far as she was concerned that was the only fun thing to do at the moment since all she had been doing was sitting in the lobby of an hotel for the past three hours with the hope of getting a job.

She shook her legs and rubbed her palm on her thighs when the person before her finally stood up and trudged in nervously. She totally understood that, she was in her shoes presently and could feel her heart beat accelerate in an underestimated momentum.

She looked down to her thighs before adjusting the tag that was hanging around her neck that says "No 64" which was the last number.

"I need this. I have to get this!" she said like a mantra to herself as she looked up at the giant wall clock right at the counter.

Hannah looked her best, following the several interview documentaries that she had watched, this was the best she could pull and to be fair, she tried.

She held on to her blue-black pant that clung tightly to her skin. She pulled at her crop top that wasn't so crop to reveal her belly but crop enough to be crop top. Her feet spiked in her black sandal heels, hitting the ground in a thomping sound like the morse code...SOS. She indeed needed help.

She was unsettled and anxious, checking her wristwatch, she looked back up at the oval-face lady that was coming out from the office with a bitter look.

"Must have not gone well," Hannah said to herself.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a somewhat Bristish accent even though she was American.

"Yeah, yeah," she sniffled. "I wish you all the best," she sounded nice compared to how she might have let out her anger on her.

"Thank you. I'm Hannah," Hannah tried to start a conversation with her before she left and before she was called as well.

"I'm Cora. Would have told you what my mum calls me but I'm not in a very good mood right now. I hope you understand," she smiled which was one of a great characteristics.

"Oh, it's fine. You're handling it pretty great. Would have sworn or break things if I were you,"

"You're mocking me?" she asked in a serious tone and what was left of the smile on my face quickly turned to a matching look as hers.

"No, no. That was meant to be a compliment," Hannah quickly chipped in.

"Hannah Greenfield," she heard her name and quickly turned her head to the young lady that called her name.

"I gotta go, Clara," Hannah quickly said and she smiled.

"Cora," she corrected and she nodded before hurrying away to a place that could make or mar her

Her inner thighs were sweating and she could feel her legs intertwined, making it a little hard not to trip which almost happen but was promptly controlled.

Finally, she was knocking on the door that had boldly on the door "manager". The hotel was pretty big and a little confusing but as far as she was certain, she wasn't meant to be knocking on this door but a different door.

Hannah slightly opened the door, peeking her head in first before pushing her whole body in with her file held tightly in her hand.

The ambience was pretty neutral, just like any other hotel that could probably be in town. She fed her eyes enough before walking toward the young figure that was sitting behind the desk with his face almost buried in his laptop.

"Hello," the masculine voice suddenly said, almost a little startling.

"Good day, sir," she said and he immediately looked up, strolling his eyes all over her body in the most uncomfortable manner that she could imagine.

"Hey, young lady," he greeted with a smile and Hannah nervously returned it even though she had no idea if that was meant to be part of the interview.

"Good day, sir," Hannah repeated and he smile before locking his fingers in each other.

"Please, have your seat gorgeous," he said yet with another smile before looking back at the file in front of him.

"Thank you," Hannah retorted before taking the seat.

There was a little silence for a few minutes before he looked back up and again back down at his computer. He held the mouse a little aggressively, scrolling through whatever it was and giving a little nod.

Hannah was getting impatient but that was going to cause more harm than good.

"Can I see your resumé?" he finally asked before smiling at her again.

Hannah hurriedly brought the file out and handed it over to him.

"Huuhn... Finished from Lousiana high school, also a college student in South California. Quite impressive. What hotel management skill have you acquired?"

"I have worked as a caregiver which I believe is an added advantage to working in a hotel," she sounded as confident as she could and he nodded.

"What other thing can you do?" he suddenly asked again with a smile before standing to walk to her seat.

She looked confused but wanted to keep her calm.

"I can act well according to rules and regulations..." she stopped in her statement when she suddenly felt his hands cupping her boobs.

Hannah gasped, looking down at his hands that were caressing her. She looked up to see an annoying smile on his face.

"You can be a caregiver to me as well and I promise you'd never regret it," he said in a tone that sounded offkey to her ears.

"Excuse me!" Hannah said sternly before standing angrily and glaring at him. "Is that the basis of this job?" she questioned angrily.

"You think the job is for free?"

"I'm gonna get paid, so?" Hannah demanded angrily and he scoffed as he shook his head before walking back to his seat.

"I doubt if you're so desperate!"

"Is that what you folks do? Stand at the edge of an applicant's desperation and use it to your advantage at the expense of their happiness. You can keep your job and work till thy kingdom come!" she yelled and he stood up, slamming his hands on the desk furiously.

"Get out!" he yelled. Hannah packed her things and stomped out of the horny atmosphere.

She let out a loud breath before looking back at the door and finally walking out of the building.