02 Gorgeous Picky Young Lady

After a half-month vacation, the first day back, the deputy manager cheerfully answered the call of the CEO to work on the front lines.

The slogan could be roughly translated as "Experience the work of the employee"—Lily had been nagging about that behind his back.

Alice, however, had to accept it whole heartedly—even though it was just the first day after vacation, she still felt awkward.

It wasn't just her; even the colleagues from the guest rooms felt uncomfortable.

The atmosphere in the office was silent and cold, and colleagues didn't dare chat easily, afraid that Alice would note the "improper work attitude" in her report.

Alice was well aware of all this, but she was helpless.

She had always disliked working the night shift, wandering alone through the vast garden, checking on employees, inspecting guest rooms, sitting in a simple suite to fill out inspection reports, and worrying about sudden emergencies in her dreams--now, she would rather wish the night could fall quickly.

The work was trivial, setting up venues, serving guests, and returning to her office to confirm a VIP client, a telecommunications magnate who would soon collaborate on many projects with the hotel.

In fact, the collaboration had already begun, and Roosevelt was hosting a dinner tonight, but she was on vacation, so it wasn't her responsibility.

The four-story building where she worked was far from the office, and Alice stumbled back and forth in her high heels, feeling quite aggrieved.

Roosevelt might not be the most luxurious hotel in Boston, but it was certainly a place people wanted to visit.

With Boston's robust tourism industry, there was no distinction between peak and off-peak seasons, and the hotel was always fully booked.

Even with a hefty wallet, you might not get a room.

The villa-style architecture overlooked the only small lake in the city, especially the lake-view rooms, where every morning you could step out onto the wooden pier, with mist rising from the water and verdant mountains in the distance.

Even after four years of working there, Alice still loved it.

Naturally, she recommended these lake-view rooms to many friends for their honeymoons, but she had never lived in one herself.

Actually, Alice had the right to choose any room during her shift--but every time she approached the front desk, she always asked for a standard room.

She stubbornly reminded herself not to get too close to her deepest desires.

One day, if work didn't even allow for expectations, it would truly be dull and lifeless.

After completing a series of checks, it was almost 11:30, and as Alice stepped into her room, ready to sit down, the phone rang.

"I'm sorry, Miss Smith, a customer is complaining that the pillowcases and sheets in her room have a strange smell. We've changed four sets and she's still not satisfied, and she's getting upset."

"Which customer?"

Alice paused, surprised by such a complaint.

"It was Lemon, our VIP guest," Alice's brain buzzed all of a sudden.

Lemon, that client--the CEO had particularly stressed their collaboration with the hotel during the morning meeting, emphasizing the importance of not missing this "once-in-a-lifetime" opportunity.

Everyone in the meeting got the memo.

Every night on the news, there was the scrolling announcement about Lemon's headquarters moving to Boston, and if Roosevelt became Lemon's long-term partner, it would be a major coup in terms of important connections.

"Go prepare a suite, change all the pillowcases and sheets, and move her to another room," Alice instructed, her shoulder and ear holding the mobile phone as she dashed out in her uniform coat.

As she opened the door, she saw a very tall woman standing by the bed, giving the maid a cold look as she changed the sheets, and a heap of replaced bedsheets and pillowcases lay on the floor.

The maid breathed a sigh of relief when Alice arrived, greeting her with, "Miss Smith."

"Miss, I'm truly sorry for this oversight that's preventing you from resting." Alice smiled, meeting the young woman's angry face.

She must have just come from a ball, with exquisite makeup that accentuated her beautiful face.

Alice's eyes widened in recognition; the young woman looked exactly like the model on the cover of a well-known fashion magazine that Alice often bought.

"Are you the manager?" Emily Brown snatched a sheet, "Take a whiff, can you smell anything?"

Alice took it, gave it a sniff, and furrowed her brow, "Miss, this is the laundry's fault.

The weather's been humid lately, so they may not have dried them promptly after washing.

I've asked them to move you to another suite, where they'll provide fresh sheets and bedding.

Let's go check it together, shall we?"

Emily gave Alice a cold glance and nodded.

Alice motioned for the maid to hurry up and pack their things, then led her out the door.

Alice herself opened the new suite's door, and soon a set of fresh sleeping gear arrived.

She watched as Alice and the maid made the bed and smiled when the woman nodded,

"Okay, that'll do."

Alice took the warm milk from the server and placed it on the bedside table, apologizing softly, "I'm truly sorry, Miss.

Tomorrow, we'll deliver a VIP card to you as compensation.

Although it's disrupted your rest tonight, we hope you have a pleasant stay."

Alice closed the door and let out a long sigh.

The maid asked dejectedly, "Miss Smith, is this a really serious accident?"

Alice patted her shoulder and replied gently, "Don't worry, this won't be reported.

There are always some difficult guests.

Our sheets are all high-temperature disinfected; no odor smell."

The hotel's collaboration with Lemon had just begun, and she really couldn't afford to offend a VIP registered under the name of the Lemon CEO, even if it meant over correcting.