I know what you are all thinking…I have enough in the works, the last thing I need is another story to update. Well, ya'll are right but this one has been in a notebook since around April and I think it's ready for people to read so here is my new story, Hired Help.
Chapter One: Lacie's P.O.V.
"I'm sorry, Lacie, but we're going to have to let you go," my boss, Mark told me when I walked into work one morning.
"Are you serious? Why?" I asked, outraged and confused.
"Because we had to make cuts in the budget. Unfortunately, you have little seniority here so you were one of the first ones that we cut."
"Since when do hotels not need housekeeping?"
"That's not the case, Lacie. The hotel just couldn't afford to pay everyone. It was either this or close down the whole hotel and everybody loses their jobs. Now, turn in your uniform and go home," he said and walked away.
"Well, now doesn't this just suck?" I muttered to myself. I gathered my things, turned in my uniform and walked to the bus stop.
About an hour later, I arrived at my apartment in downtown St. Louis.
"You're home early," my roommate Andrea greeted.
"Yeah, well, Mark told me I was fired as soon as I got there this morning."
"Are you kidding? That's awesome! It's fate I tell you!"
"Wow, I never knew you had such a personal vendetta against me."
"Just because I knew you would never quit your job."
"Why would you want me to quit my job?"
"Well, last night Josh asked me to move with him and I told him I would…"
"Oh, that's great," I said sarcastically, cutting her off. "You wanted me to quit my job because you're moving out and you want me to have no way to pay the rent."
"If you would stop interrupting me I would tell you that you are taking everything the wrong way. I found you a different job where you don't even have to live here."
"Really? What is it?"
"It's a housekeeping job where you can live there paying no rent paid about ten thousand dollars a month."
"Holy shit! Where's this place at?"
"Here in St. Louis, the rich side of town."
"Is there a phone number anywhere?"
"Yeah, it's here in the paper," she said and handed me that day's newspaper. "There's a house number and a cell phone number. But I have to go meet Josh for lunch," she told me and left me standing there with a decision to make.
But really, what did I have to lose?