It had been days of hard work, but finally, everything was ready for the grand opening. Stephlon had been working tirelessly to ensure that every detail was perfect, from the décor to the catering. Now, the whole place was abuzz with excitement and anticipation. The staff bustles around, polishing glasses and straightening chairs.
Every evening, as Stephlon walked through the front door, she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Some days, her best friend Maltida was there to greet her with a hug and a warm meal, while other days, Maltida lay sprawled sleeping on the couch after an attempt to wait up for Stephlon. The stress of managing the resort opening had taken its toll on her, and she found herself constantly running on empty. As she drifted off to sleep, her mind whirled with all the tasks she still had to complete, the never-ending list of things to do.
"Steph, wake up," Maltida said softly, pulling the curtains open to let the morning light stream into the room. Stephlon groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow, not ready to face another day of endless work. But Maltida was persistent, and she gently shook Stephlon's shoulder. Stephlon's body felt heavy, her limbs leaden, as if she were sinking into the mattress. She gave in to the pull of sleep, allowing herself to drift back into the dream world where she could rest and escape the demands of reality.
"Come on, today's the resort opening" Maltida exclaimed tugging on Stephlon's sleep induced body. Stephlon mumbled into the pillow, trying to hold onto the last vestiges of sleep. But Maltida's words registered in her mind, and her eyes popped open, suddenly alert. Stephlon's stomach lurched, and she felt a wave of panic wash over her.
Stephlon leapt out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. Maltida stepped aside, giving her space to move around the room in a daze. Stephlon was so focused on her tasks that she didn't speak a word, afraid she would waste a precious moment. Her goal was to get to work on time, no matter what. She had no idea why she'd slept so late, but a voice in her head whispered, "Life is exhausting." She brushed the thought away, determined to push through the day.
Back at the resort, the staff scrambled to deal with the situation. A guest had reported that her jewelry had been stolen from her room, and she was understandably upset. The head of housekeeping tried to soothe the woman, assuring her hah hey would do everything they could to find her missing items. Meanwhile, the front desk staff kept trying to reach Stephlon, who supposed to be on-site to help resolve these kinds of issues. But their calls went unanswered, and the panic in the resort grew.
"I mean, where is she? Why isn't she at work?" One of the housekeepers grumbled, she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, voicing the thoughts that were on most of their minds. The manager was rarely late, and when she was, it was for a good reason. But this new housekeeper, who didn't care about what others thought, didn't believe that. In fact, she didn't like the manager, who she thought was too strict and demanding.
The commotion in the lobby drew the attention of the resort guests, who began emerging from their rooms in Various states of dress. Some were still in their pajamas, while others had hastily thrown on robes or other items of concerned, confused, and annoyed, as the drama unfolded before their eyes. The manager was nowhere to be found, and no one seemed to know what to do. The mood was tense, as the guests waited to see how the situation would resolve itself.
Just as the owner of the stolen jewelry was about to have another outburst and ask that they find the thief, Stephlon walked in with hurried footsteps, her long golden-brown hair swayed and danced in the air as she walked, everybody's gaze fell on her as soon as she walked in, some in awe others in disdain.
The tension in the lobby was palpable, the air thick with the disgruntled energy of the guests. Just as the woman with the missing jewelry was about to start another tirade, demanding that the third be found immediately, the door swung open and Stephlon rushed in, her high heels clicked against the marble floor. All eyes turned to her, some with awe at her beauty and grace, others with disdain for her apparent tardiness.
Stephlon approached the crowd, flashing a warm smile. "Good morning, ma'am," she said to the woman who had been the most vocal in her discontent; the woman who owned the stolen jewelry. The woman dismissed her greeting with a dismissive wave of her hand and a roll of her eyes. But Stephlon didn't react, her smile unwavering. Instead she turned to Louisa, the head of housekeeping.
Louisa nodded, her face grim. "Yes, Mrs. Smith's room was cleaned this morning." Stephlon studied the faces of the housekeeping staff, looking for any sign of guilt or anxiety. But they all looked equally confused and concerned, making it difficult to pinpoint who might be responsible for the theft.
"Who cleaned Mrs. Smith's room this morning?" Stephlon asked, her eyes scanning the faces of the housekeeping staff. They all averted their eyes, unable to meet her piercing gaze. The tension in the room thick, and Stephlon felt a surge of frustration.
At the Stephlon's question, one of the housekeepers stepped forward, her head down and her shoulders slumped. Tears welled in her eyes as she began to speak. "I cleaned Mrs. Smith's room this morning," she said, her voice trembling. Around her, the other housekeepers gasped, shaking their heads in disbelief. Some even glared at her, their eyes filled with judgement. Stephlon remained calm.
Hello everyone 👋
Greetings from Stephler and welcome to Stephler's LoveBoat once again!💕
I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter🥺🙏
Please remember to comment and forget to vote!
Seni seviyorum, Stephler❤️
YOU ARE READING
Echoes Of The Heart
RomanceStephlon Hamilton has worked hard to overcome past hardships and has finally found her stride as a successful manager at a luxurious resort. Just as she believes her life is falling into place, she encounters the man who once held a special place in...
