3

Chloe's Perspective:

I spent the day assisting my mom in baking cupcakes for a birthday party, as she recently started her own small business. By six p.m., I entered the hotel, an hour earlier than my shift – a personal record.

However, the atmosphere in the hotel felt different; the usual peace and tranquility were replaced by a sense of panic among the employees. I tried to gather information from the whispers among the maids, but I couldn't decipher the cause.

Despite the unusual tension, I proceeded with my routine, donning my uniform and stopping by the break room for coffee. While there, I overheard discussions among the staff about the imminent arrival of someone significant.

Curiosity piqued, I approached the group, only to find out they were talking about Alessio Montenegro, the big boss. Rumors circulated about his intimidating demeanor and peculiar demands.

As Marcus, the usually composed manager, entered the break room in a state of panic, everyone stood up. An anxious Marcus was never good news, and I was apprehensive about whatever he was going to assign me.

Trying to avoid the situation, I started to leave, but Marcus called me.

"Chloe, I need you to clean up the boss's penthouse," he said.

Confused, I couldn't believe he meant Alessio Montenegro. Normally, only maids with the highest clearance attended to top guests, and I had never seen the inside of his penthouse.

"You can cancel those plans. Unfortunately, your friend decided to take a day off today, along with everyone else who heard he was coming. That means some of you are going to work even more," Marcus explained.

Elle, who had the same day off, didn't warn me about this, and I sighed, realizing I was stuck with this unexpected task.

Marcus handed me an access card to the penthouse, emphasizing that I should clean and leave before Alessio returns. His warnings about potential consequences for any mistakes were unnerving.

In the penthouse, I marveled at the opulence but quickly focused on my task. An hour later, I finished the cleaning and, with a smile, realized this might be my last time in the penthouse.

Suddenly, I heard murmurs from outside, possibly indicating Alessio's arrival. Panicking, I remembered Marcus's warning – Alessio shouldn't see me. I needed this job, and the pay was better than most hotels.

Blaming Waylen for distracting me with a phone call, I devised a plan to hide from Alessio. As I concealed myself behind a wall, Alessio entered, escorted by a man named Luke. Alessio seemed drunk, and I overheard their conversation about his excessive drinking and the upcoming meeting.

When Luke left, Alessio opened his eyes and began to move in my direction. Realizing I needed a plan, I ran to the only room down the corridor – Alessio's bedroom. Unfortunately, that was the direction he was heading.

Panicking, I opted for the bathroom, hoping he wouldn't enter. However, Alessio stepped inside, undressing as he prepared for bed.

As I hid in the shower, praying not to be discovered, Alessio unknowingly turned on the water, drenching me in a sudden stream of freezing cold liquid. I stifled a scream, praying for a miracle.

Then, the unthinkable happened – Alessio stood in front of me, completely naked.

"AAAA!" I screamed.