"Lana?" My boss said through my work phone whilst I was cleaning the top floor.

"Yeah?"

"Room 103b have sent a complaint that their room service hasn't been sent? Didn't you get the list? We don't need any bad reviews." She tutted.

God Anna. Can't you just leave it? They can't be that hungry. Who even needs warm towels!?

"Oh! Uh, yeah I did actually-"

"Then why haven't you sent it up? It's been an hour! Please dear, just get it done."

She then hung up, leaving me no choice.

I would rather get fired than have to chance that.

I groaned loudly. Leaning the sweeping brush against the wall.

Did I really have to do this? There's like 40 maids. I hate this.

I huffed, making my way to the hotel kitchen.

"Room 103b order. Ready?" I asked, looking at the sticky notes attached to the rail.

"Ready!" The chef called back, handing me the stuff as I piled it onto the tray.

Here goes nothing.

I hope their towels aren't hot. I hope the food sucks, I hope the champagne tastes like shít.

I really am a spiteful person.

I carried the tray slowly, until I reached the room I've been dreading to see.

Suddenly, I got an idea. I could just knock, leave the tray at the door and run.

My silly idea seemed amazing. I set the tray down beside the door. Getting ready to run.

I suddenly heard someone walking towards it. Fuck.

And what did I do? I ran as fast as my legs could take me.

"Hey! You forget the second bottle of champagne!" I heard a deep British accent call.

I turned around wide eyed.

Ben.

He gasped loudly. "Lan-"

"Shush!!" I warned, yelling in a whisper. Shaking tremendously, I don't know if it was shock, or fear. Maybe both. Ben and I used to be so close.

His eyes widened, frowning slightly before nodding understandingly, taking the tray and closing the door.

That was close.

Hopefully Benjamin Bruce keeps his god damn mouth shut. I love the boy and all, but God knows what he'll say when he gets back to the guys.

Either way, I still ran until I reached the last floor. Avoiding all clashes successfully. I never knew being a maid involved running for your life.

"Lana?" Rose chuckled as I reached the bottom floor, breathing heavily.

"Mhm?" I asked quickly.

"Are you okay?" She giggled. "You're breathing like a crazy woman."

"Just some old man. You know what they're like, answering the door and trying to get you inside!" I chuckled. Wow Lana you're such a little liar.

She laughed, shaking her head. "Tell me about it."

Just two more hours and I am out of here.

"How have you stuck this place out for three years?" I groaned. Leaning against the desk.

She shrugged. "I honestly do not know, maybe it's the famous guys I get to flirt with."

I giggled. "Oh Rose."

Rose sighed, "You can't blame me! Have you seen them! They're so ho-"

"Ladies!" Anna tutted, snapping her fingers. "Back to work please. No time for chatty time!"

Rose and I looked at each other and groaned.

"See ya later." She mumbled, returning the attention to the computer.

"I don't have anything else to do." I told Anna.

"Hmm, wait here." She said, before rushing off into the main office.

If I have to deal with some old unsatisfied woman complaining about her duvet covers I swear to god.

Anna returned seconds later, handing me a long sheet of errands.

She just loves putting you to work. Yippee!

"There, that should fill up the next hour or so."

I groaned internally before walking away, a year here and I already want to quit. If it wasn't for my dad knowing the manager, I wouldn't of got this job.

Everyone is so 'high class'. It's shocking.

So me being me, I sat against the wall on the top floor, scrolling through my Twitter whilst my friend Bailey kept look out. It was like being in high school again.

I decided to have a little snoop, unblocking Denis to see what they're doing here.

'LA for two months with the lads, and this pretty lady of course #AAfamily.'

Two fucking months? No!

I quickly blocked him again. Standing up whilst Bailey went on her phone.

"Did you hear about the guests in 103b?" She asked, chewing on her gum whilst her face was stuck into her phone.

I've heard enough, please no.

"Nope. What?" I asked curiously.

"Supposedly they're super famous. Rock Stars as well." She gushed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh those guys? I heard they're all assholes."

She gasped. "Really?"

I nodded, mumbling "Mhm."

Suddenly the elevator opened.

"Shit, staff." I muttered as we both rushed off in separate directions.

I pretended to be putting my mop back in the bucket whilst Bailey just ran down the stairs. I giggled at her reaction before strolling through the narrow, dim lit corridor.

"Lana?"