Chapter 90: Orion

Friday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.

ORION STARED AT THE shiny tiles that made up the border to the pool and dragged the broom over them. He could feel Maria's eyes on him. She didn't like the idea of him cleaning. The reality that he'd taken a broom and started tidying up himself was no doubt driving her mad.

His entire staff had taken to tip-toeing around him. He'd been extra cautious to not take his piss poor mood out on them, but that didn't stop them from picking up on the signals. He'd caught two servers whispering about him when they hadn't realized he'd been right on the other side of the hanging ivy. He knew he needed to get his act in gear, which was why he was sweeping. It was an activity he could do and not screw up.

It seemed like everything he tried lately failed. He just wanted to do one thing that didn't fall apart.

Sweeping should be safe.

Maria would just have to deal with it. He was trying as best he could right now.