Unexpected But Meant To Be

Chapter 6

Megan's POV

Okay, that wasn't how I thought my Saturday would start up.

I just met a lovely blond man who threatened to kill Samuel for running away with his fiancée, and he also offered me a job?

Okay, Meg think of that later, now focus on driving, we don't have extra money to spend on hospital bills when you get into an accident for thinking and driving. 

I said to myself as I tried to push the cute boy to the back of my head and focused on getting to work which I was already late for.

"Meg!”I heard a voice say as someone grabbed my hand and pulled me behind a pillar. I was about to shatter the person's ribcage with my elbow, but my personal Jesus told me to look first.

"Stella” I said as I saw the person, relieved that I listened to my personal Jesus. "What are doing, scaring me like that?"

"I am saving your life bozo, where the hell have you been?” She said handing me my uniform and pushing me into a closet that only God knows what's in it, it was pitch black.

"A situation came up” I said quickly changing out of my pants and into my uniform.

"Well, because of your 'situation' you now owe me a big bowl of ice cream, Conner has been all FBI on you today, and I've been covering your tracks” she said.

"Really? What does she want from me this bright morning” I replied quite out of breath, changing out of jean pants in a small closet is not something you want to do in your lifetime.

"Well, we have an important guest in the hotel. Apparently, the owner of everything Altamira decided to ditch home and bless us with his royal presence” Stella said as I came out from the closet. "Conner has been rambling on about how every worker is to be active or would be fired instantly."

"Wow” Was all I could say as I straightened out the uniform on me.

"Yeah, you would say that when you meet the new quest. Ah, he is so hot.”Stella said in her chirpy voice.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold it there Stella. I didn't know you are into old men. Last time I heard Mr. Altamira is about to clock fifty-five. Give or take” I said surprised about Stella's attitude, how is an old man hot?

"Oh, I don't mean Mr. Altamira, I mean Mr. Altamira junior!” She cleared out, smirking.

Oh! No wonder Conner's on my trail. I've also heard Altamira junior is as ruthless as the devil, people say he has no heart.

"Stella, once again I ask about your friend Meg, she's not in the fourth wing as you said, and if you don't tell me what's going on, she's fi-"

"I am right here Ms. Conner” I said, stepping out of Stella's shadow and interrupting Conner's rambling.

"Oh, there is the hiding chipmunk. Come with me Meg, Stella go back to work” she said holding my arm and dragging me with her.

What's with people pulling my arm today? I looked back at Stella as she gave me pleading eyes, and waved at me.

"Where are we going? I have work to do too you know” I said.

"Yeah, well your job has just changed Meg, you are now going to work up at the private wing” She explained as we entered the elevator.

"What? Since when did I become the high-class maid?”

"Since I said so thankfully you are not going to be a private maid, you aren't qualified for that yet” She said not staring at me.

"Thank God” I said, a private maid at the Up Wing?, that's like suicide, everything I do has to be perfect for the gold spoon people. I am not ready to walk on glass yet.

"But-”Connor started. I interrupted by groaning loudly; buts aren't good. Ms. Conner continued after giving me an eye. "But, you are going to be working up, keep the corridors shiny and spotless, the bed spread bright white and arranged smoothly without any rumples, any wrong mistake, the boss gets angry, you would be fired."

"Wow, way to sacrifice me, Conner. Hate me much?”I asked her, shocked as to why it had to be me.

"I am also following orders Meg; your name just happened to appear on the list. And It’s Ms. Conner” she said stone-faced.

"Please, Conner- Ms. Conner” I corrected myself immediately "Do something, you know am not good at anything, sending me here would be firing me?”I said just as we came out of the elevator.

"Sorry Meg, don't worry you'll be working with others, take care” she said as the elevator doors enclosed her and descended, leaving me standing there alone.

"Welcome Meg, now quit stalling and get to work.”Bianca the b***h said handing me a mop.

Could my day get any worse?

Bianca? Of all people that I had to work with up here, one of them had to be Bianca the b***h? Ah, this day is cursed.

I got to work immediately, mopping the already shiny floors. I didn't get to see the boss's son, but I heard the rest of the maids whisper this and that about him. I saw his beautiful secretary that didn't look below as she walked but managed not to trip or stumble.

How does she do it?

Lunch time came slowly, and as soon as I settled down to eat my sandwich (I am so thankful lunch for all workers was at the hotel) I heard...

"Meg, where are you? Come help me push this tray!”Bianca shouted, thank God the walls were sound proof, else she could have gotten herself fired.

I got up and ran to her; she left the tray that she was pushing for me, while she inspected her nails.

The girl wasn't even wealthy, yet she behaved like royalty, if not that she was supposedly my senior I would have thought her a lesson by now.

The tray was not even heavy or stressful to pull; it had wheels damn it.

She pressed the bell and knocked twice while we waited outside the door. Then, she decided to add another push up to her already push up bra, exposing so much cleavage. The bra could do nothing more for her tiny boobs, the next thing left to do was to bring them out completely.

Finally, Prince Charming decided to open the door, but he just removed the lock and left us to open the door by ourselves, so we didn't get the honor of seeing his face.

Okay, make that I, I didn't get the honor.

He was putting on sweat pants and a sleeveless top. Wow, nice arms, his arms were bulging with muscles. I could tell he was working out because of the moisture on his shirt and the perfect smell of masculinity in the room.

"Sir, we brought up your lunch” Bianca said, making my head snap in her direction because of the change she made to her voice. Is that what a sexy voice sound like? Poor guy, his ear could be bleeding now.

"Leave it and go” he said not even sparing us a look, all his attention was on his phone. "Why isn't she picking up?” he snarled at his phone.

"Sir, is there any other thing you would like?”Bianca said moving closer to him.

"No, get out!”He yelled making us almost jump out of our skin as we scurried out. He was furious that his mistress wasn't picking up.

I felt bad for Bianca. All she wanted was to get her boobs noticed. Guess she wasn't getting laid by royalty tonight.

Finally, an alone time to eat my lunch, as I sat down and took a large bite, I let out a breath as I allowed my mind to wonder free.

Samuel, I wonder where he is now. Since he ran away from his driver job, this means he doesn't have his job anymore. Does he have money, has he eaten today? I hope he wasn't starving because of princess girl Kristen. I didn't even check on Susan, she must think am angry at her.

I am not; she had nothing to do with Kristen's seduction.

Oh, I have to warn Sam about the Pretty Boy, who wants to kill him.

With that thought in mind, I searched for my phone, but it was nowhere to be found. Ah, I left it on my clothes which I handed over to Stella, bummer.

Why should I even call Samuel, it would be as if am supporting him. I plan on separating them, and to do that, I would have to join forces with pretty boy. I don't want to do this, but I don't want Samuel with Kristen, and I don't want him dead either. 

When Pretty Boy calls, I'll tell him about my decision to join forces with him; I am sure he has been too busy to have called me. For now, I have to finish this sandwich and get to work.

"Hey, take this and get to work” Bianca said dumping dirty laundry on my table, as she walked away.

I raised one up and recognized the Royal son's sleeveless top immediately, God I hate Bianca.

The day dragged off and finally work was over, I was damn tired and hungry. I quickly changed back to my normal wear and got out with Stella as we discussed my suicidal job and bitchy Bianca.

When I was about to get on my motorcycle, then I remembered my phone and decided to check for any missed calls. Hopefully, there would be none.

I had to blink several times as I noticed, 20 missed calls on my phone, nobody has ever called me this much, and it was an unknown number. I cautiously dialed it back.

"Hello?”I asked when the person picked up.

"Where have you been?! What happened to your phone?!” The person yelled as I immediately recognized the voice.

Pretty Boy?

"Hey, I'm sorry I forgot my phone somewhere” I explained.

"Well, it’s meant to be on your hand you know, what if someone had an emergency?”He shouted again; I could tell he was angry.

"Hey, you have no right to yell or get mad at me, I barely know you, and you don't have any emergency so why the marathon calls?”I asked starting to get irritated.

"Well, I told you I would call you didn't I, am not one to back out of my word” he said more calmly.

That didn't explain the marathon calls but whatever_

"Okay, I am sorry I missed your calls, I could give you your answer here and now_” I said.

"No” he said a little too quickly, "Meet me at 'De LA France.' “

"What?! For what I could tell you the answer now, look I just got off work and am pretty tired, so 'de LA France' would have to wait” I said. That was a very fancy restaurant; I've never been inside it before. Not only was I not dressed for it, but I also didn't feel like it. All I wanted now was my comfy bed; it was already late for God sake.

"Meet me there, and we'll talk. I am starving, and I need to eat something. If you don't come, I won't see you again and plan A will be set into action” He said as he cut the line.

What? Blackmail? Stupid Pretty Boy.

I got on my motorcycle angrily, put on my helmet and speed along to 'De LA France.'

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