When a wealthy hotel guest mocked Rosalie in front of his young girlfriend, the sharp-witted receptionist knew she had to act. Uncovering his dirty secret, Rosalie orchestrated a jaw-dropping showdown that left everyone stunned and justice impeccably served.
My name’s Rosalie, I’m 30, and I work as a receptionist at a pretty swanky hotel. It’s not all glamour, though—sometimes you get these entitled jerks who think they own the place. But hey, I love my job, and I’m pretty darn good at it.
Last Tuesday evening started like any other. I was just beginning my night shift, mentally preparing for the usual mix of guests. Little did I know, I was about to face off with one of the nastiest clients ever. He’d soon learn messing with me was a bad idea.
“Good evening, Mr. Johnson,” I greeted a regular client. “Here’s your key. Enjoy your stay.”
Just then, I spotted the next guest in line—a middle-aged man named Robert (probably 45) with a much younger woman named Tiffany (think 20) clinging to his arm. Time to switch to professional mode. So I plastered a small smile, greeting them courteously as always.
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