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Angela Kaur, 5 Star Hotel, Secret Location, Miami, Florida
I rolled the cart down the hall, steering it to the side and pausing as two women passed. Their heads were bent close, and the two whispered and laughed to each other.
“I’m going to be the one to let that beast out,” I heard one say.
The other giggled, then replied, “You mean that beast in his pants.”
They didn’t even look my way. To them, I was invisible. When compared to them, I was. Their hair was done, makeup perfect. Cute outfits. Even cuter shoes.
I had on utilitarian black sneakers with more insole than fashion sense. They were as drab as the black skirt and white blouse of the uniform I wore. I pushed on down the hall and stopped at the Presidential Suite, the toilet bowl brush handle clacking against the side of th
