4-CAMIE

- For next week you each had to make a presentation on the impact of certain illnesses on childhood psychology of your choice, don't forget also that you had to devote two pages to your own impression on the said subject. The presentation is worth 37% for your partials so impressed me!

At the professor's words, the bell rang throughout the University and the students left the amphitheater at lightning speed. I suppressed a yawn while putting on my backpack. It was already 8 o'clock in the evening and I was dying of sleep, almost dozing while standing up. But nevertheless, I still remained excited for this assignment because becoming a teacher has always been my dream.

I quickly take the path towards the dormitories, pushing through the crowd of students. Some planned to end the evening in a bar, or a park to relax.

One of them said to me:

-Eyy Virgin Mary, what do you think of a car ride? Unless God gives you a curfew!

And his whole group of friends burst out laughing, yes it was general hilarity.

I slowed my steps, slowly I turned towards him and swept the group with my cold, blue and intense gaze at the same time then added calmly and impassive.

- No thanks. I'm tired and I'm sleepy.

Which cast a chill and unease in the group of members of the University team. Then satisfied with the expected effect, I continued on my way.

On Saturday and Wednesday I had a supplementary evening course at the University. And with my job as a maid, I almost had no time to devote to other things... even putting up with the dubious jokes of these kids!

I opened the room of our dormitory and after saying a prayer to God I threw myself into bed and at the same moment sleep took me away.

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The next day, Sunday, I walked across the hall to bring a tray of lunch to Mina the receptionist so she could snack on a few things since she was going to be working most of the day with her sick colleague for whom she was going to cover the hour, when suddenly there is a commotion in the entrance hall.

There was a crowd of journalists and a few hosts approached the excited crowd fascinated by I don't know what.

Intrigued, I propped my tray against my right hip and tried to see a few things.

Gemma, the oldest chambermaid who works in this hotel, positioned herself next to me.

- Today's guest has finally arrived. I tried to find out who it is but Légarah wants to keep the surprise until the end. She comments with a small smile.

- At least it will bring fame to the hotel. Maybe we'll even win a star in 1 year. I reply enthusiastically.

I will be really happy, in the short time since I have been working here, the atmosphere of bliss that reigns here has made me immediately addicted! It reminds me of Pennsylvania. These flowers of all colors, these pastel yellow tones, all that! And above all, the few discussions about my religion without anyone making fun of me give me immense pleasure. Especially Gemma who seems really interested in my religion with these frequently asked questions. I don't feel like I'm alone anymore.

- Or not. Gemma said, shrugging her shoulders. Imagine that our celebrity is not satisfied with our service? Just one dismissive comment and it burns out the audience.

I resolutely shook my head.

- No, I don't think so. It's not about to happen.

Suddenly a crackling noise caught my attention. It was our walkie-talkies (we had one, to facilitate conversation between employees, there are several frequencies for different categories of employees) from which the uncompromising voice of our housekeeper resonated.

  “The maids are asked to come to the locker rooms for a quick impromptu last minute meeting.”

I exchanged a surprised look with Gemma who raised her eyebrows before heading quickly towards the changing rooms, I gave the tray to Mina before following the same path as Gemma. When Governess Légarah demands something, don't keep her waiting.

The locker room was noisy and from what I could see the conversation was going hard about the arrival of the celebrity and the assumptions that go with it, but the arrival of the housekeeper who had this stern look gradually silenced the conversations. .

- Hello Hello! Well I'll keep it short because there's a ton of work ahead of us!

Suddenly she turned towards me

- You Camie! You can leave, Gabe is not feeling well, he is resting in the kitchen and he refuses to take medicine. He says that only your infusions can put him back on his feet.

At this mention, I jump up and rush out of the Locker Room to go to him. This was the third time this had happened to him this week.

- Gabe, are you okay? He was slumped in a chair in the corner of the kitchen and one of the cleaners held his back while he coughed like hell.

- Ah, that damn cough!!

I stood up and headed for the exit. On the way here I saw some leaves from Thibault.

7 minutes later I was back in the kitchen, out of breath from running and got busy in the kitchen, infusing the leaf, as well as other additions to calm his horrible cough.

When it was ready, I filled a cup and knelt on the ground and prayed fervently over it, "above all it is God who heals the sick" before handing it to him.

- Hold Gabe. Drink this in the name of Jesus. It will relieve you. I smile at him tenderly.

- Thank you very much my child. You are truly a gift from heaven. He ruffled my hair with a fatherly gesture.

When I was sure Gabe was feeling better, I went to return to the Locker Room but the walkie-talkie screeched again.

"This is Mina the receptionist, Breakfast in the newly occupied suite. Brownie, coffee, condensed milk, Sandwich and bottle of water for 8 people, Important delay 5.7 minutes. Camie, Lady Légarah says that you do the reception service floor today with the boys."

I sigh, I hate doing room service. We wander around too much.

I take my Walkie Talkie then press a button to say.

“Camie here, welcome”

And with a shuffling step, I returned to the kitchen to wait for the order

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5 minutes later, I stopped my cart, before knocking on the door and saying in my most professional voice while casting inquisitive glances at the bodyguard who seemed to be standing in front of it. They were so still.

They look like mirrored cabinets!

- Room Service!

A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a man in a three-piece suit, a phone to his ear, he seemed on edge.

- Come in and put this there! He told me quickly, showing me the coffee table in the living room where 6 men in suits were sitting.

I nodded and complied. He closed the door behind me and continued to bawl on the phone.

Head down and as discreetly as possible, I parked my cart close to the sofa and began to arrange the place setting in the large table. While looking at the decoration of the suite. There are only 3 at the hotel and as it is rarely booked, I have never set foot there until today and must say that it was sacrilege as the interior is so vast , and unique. This sequel is called The Four Seasons and now I know why.

The silver tones of winter, green of spring, pastel of summer and dark of autumn blended together in an exquisite arrangement...

-..... You would not be disappointed.

I heard the familiar sound of the couch creaking as someone made themselves more comfortable on it. And I could see a mass of black hair sticking out past the back of the sofa.

From my position, I did not notice that there was an eighth person in the living room.

- ..... Maybe, but I'm not used to shooting these kinds of films and I hate changing my professional habits.

My God that voice!!

I froze completely in place, as my heart leapt in my chest.

No it's impossible! It can't be...

Tensed, I bend my ears towards the conversation to be sure it's not me who's dreaming.

- It will give you a new image with the public and the Sky World! A dazzling entry from Sky Tagger into the military world. Before we saw you as a seducer, and if you accept this contract you will become a hero!

Suddenly I felt myself transmigrating days ago, a full moon night, in the middle of the street, this face of unequaled beauty, pressed against a virile body, its touch, its look, its voice..

This voice!

The porcelain cup that I was about to place around the coffee carafe slipped from my hands and smashed into pieces on the parquet floor, which made heads turn in my direction.

I quickly threw myself on the ground to clean up the damage and above all to hide my face.

- I'm sorry! I whisper, quickly picking up the debris, hands trembling and sweating profusely, all the while praying to heaven that they pick up the conversation where they left off and forget about my presence.

- You want me to release an album to accompany the film. His voice filled the room again and my heartbeat increased in speed and I felt my breathing quicken.

- Yes. The songs that will accompany the film must all be yours and...

He can't recognize me.

I am one girl among many others.

It was dark.

I concentrated on the place setting to avoid making another blunder and with my head down and my bangs hiding my gaze, I placed the large trays on the large coffee table and quickly turned around.

I had to get out of here if I didn't want to have a hyperventilation attack.

- Wait!

I stopped short when I heard his voice.

Oh my God did he recognize me?

Because I will never forget... my only sin, my betrayal of my faith, my weakness of the flesh.....

- Is the milk actually condensed as I asked?

Without turning around I respond in a voice broken by stress.

-Y...yes sir.

He had a moment of silence, "the longest of my existence!" before he lets go completely disinterested.

- OK!

Relieved, I started moving again, I really need to get out of here...

- it's weird but you remind me of someone.

I almost tripped when I heard what he said. I crossed my fingers and took a deep breath before responding, changing my voice slightly.

- Um...my face is...so...b...ordinary Sir.

I half turned my head to glance at him through my bangs. And I felt a rush of heat invade me and warm my heart.

Am I happy to see him again?

- Maybe! He shrugged his shoulders.

Taken aback by what I had just felt, I stammered awkwardly.

- Have a good breakfast, gentlemen!

Then I walked quickly to the door and opened it.

Before closing it after me, I met his dark gaze.

This dark look that probed me intensely.

I leaned against the door in the middle of the guards (surely he thinks I'm a fan, upset to have been so close to a celebrity!) and put my hand against my heart to control its crazy and frantic beating. "It looks like he wanted to come out of my ribcage!" ...Then gasp!

- Oh Lord Mary Joseph!

It's him! Really him!

What is the probability that I will meet a celebrity twice in the space of a few months?

Zero!

Yet like forbidden fruit, he was there.

He's there!

I am here!

And it's all just a nightmare!

Because the man I had just met is none other than the man with whom I had the most sensual and intense embrace of my life.

The man who incited me to the sin of the flesh and who made me swear not to let a man approach me again for fear of falling back into this non-spiritual misdeed.