Echoes Of The Heart

Chapter Eight

A few days after handing over the resort to the new boss, the resort management announced to all employees and guests that major renovations would take place in the resort. All guests were moved to the left wing of the resort, where renovations weren't taking place yet.

Rumors about the new boss had been circulating among the lower-level employees, who had not yet seen him in person. Some said he was handsome and hot-tempered, while others said he was standoffish and aloof. There were even rumors that he was a recluse who never left his office. The guests, too, were curious about the new boss and added their own speculations to the mix. No one knew the truth about the mysterious new boss.

With no concrete information about the new boss, the employees and guests sought a topic to gossip about, and the new boss became the hottest topic of conversation.

While Stephlon was aware of the gossip among the staff and guests, she couldn't control what they said. Since the rumors weren't harming the resort's reputation, she let them continue. It was just a source of amusement for everyone, rather than something to take seriously.

Stephlon made sure that everything was running smoothly at the resort, from ensuring the staff was performing their duties well to ensuring the guests had a wonderful and blissful stay.

As Stephlon went about her day, she smiled and helped her colleagues with any tasks they need assistance with. She also stopped to chat with guests, asking them how they were enjoying their stay and what their favorite aspects of the resort were.

Stephlon moved through the resort with an air of effortless grace, her beauty either captivating everyone who saw her or making others envious of her radiance. Her black Luna tiered maxi dress danced around her as she walked, and her golden-brown hair swayed in he breeze. She exuded a magnetic energy that left others in awe of her and inspired a desire to protect her from harm.

Stephlon walked through the resort, smiling and asking guests if they needed assistance. Some said they were doing fine, while others peppered her with questions, which she answered cheerfully.

As Stephlon passed a table, she felt a gentle tug on her arm. She looked down to find a frail, wrinkled hand holding her arm. She followed the hand up to the smiling face of a beautiful old woman, whose eyes still shone brightly. Stephlon's smile widened as she turned to face the woman, bending to be at eye level with her.

"You are a very beautiful young woman" the old woman said with a sweet smile, gently caressing Stephlon's hair. Stephlon looked at the woman, who was still smiling, then at the hand that played with her long golden-brown locks.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a woman as beautiful as you, without the fake breasts, the revealing clothes, and caked-on makeup," she said with a sneer, her words dripping with disdain. The old woman's daughter-in-law, who sat beside her, squirmed uncomfortably in her chair before discreetly tugging at the hem of her dress.

The woman's son sat across from Stephlon, his gaze fixated on her without breaking eye contact. His expression was one of lust, but his mother noticed and discreetly kicked him under the table with her foot. Her daughter-in-law, who had been watching with a smile, stifled a laugh. She was pleased that her husband's inappropriate behavior had been curtailed.

Stephlon, who was still bent over to speak to the old woman, was oblivious to the exchange under the table, as it was quick and silent. The man dared not make a sound, his gaze now fixed on the table as he studied the cutlery with a sudden interest. His wife, who had been suppressing her laughter, managed to maintain her composure.

"I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are, dear," the old lady said, leaning in to tuck a strand har behind Stephlon's ear. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she smiled warmly.

Stephlon beamed from ear to ear her cheeks flushed with a rosy blush. "Thank you, ma'am,"  she said, straightening up from her bent position. "I hope you enjoy your stay," she added, glancing from the old woman to her daughter-in-law and then to her son. The woman nodded in gratitude, but her daughter-in-law and son only managed a stiff nod.

"Shine bright, young lady" the old lady called after Stephlon as she walked away. Stephlon smiled and nodded before continuing on her way.

In a New York office, Gunther sat majestically behind a wall upholstered swivel chair, resting his hands on a Hooker Sullivan desk as he scrolled through numerous pictures on an iPad. He took in the magnetic elegance that seemed to radiate from the screen, filling his heart with warmth.

Gunther swiveled his chair around to face the wall of windows behind him, allowing the moonlight to bathe his handsome features in a soft glow. His office, perched atop the 50-story skyscraper, afforded him a stunning view of the city below.

Glancing at his Cartier watch, he realized it was 10 PM back in Scottsdale, where Stephlon would b wrapping up her day.

"How is she?" Gunther asked, his voice thick with anticipation. His grey eyes stared into the distance as his hand combed through his loose curls, his tie discarded somewhere in the room. His black dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and the top three buttons were undone, revealing a hint of toned muscles. His entire demeanor exuded a sultry allure.

"She's fine, she left the resort a while ago" A voice spoke from the earpod in his left ear, while his fingers caressed her smiley bright face in the iPad.

"She's doing well," a voice spoke through the earpod in his left ear. "She left the resort a while ago,"  The voice finished, Gunther cut the call and continued to gaze at the image of Stephlon's image on the iPad, his fingers caressing the screen as if it were her face.

Just as he began to relax, a knock sounded at the door, shattering the peace.

"Come in," he answered in a deep baritone voice, still gazing at Stephlon's image on the iPad.

"Good evening, sir," his assistant, Philip Logan, greeted him with a bow. Gunther remained motionless, merely tilting his head to acknowledge the greeting.

"Your parents would like you to join them for breakfast at the mansion tomorrow," Mr. Logan said calmly, delivering the news.

"Get the car ready," Gunther said, grabbing his phone towards the elevator. Mr. Logan followed close behind, making arrangements for his boss' transportation.

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