Anastasia's POV

"Go clean room 194, it is on the 15th floor. Here's the card," Mrs. Smith instructed as she handed me the key card.

Mrs. Smith is the head of the housekeeping in the hotel that I, fortunately, got a part-time in.

Pestana is a big and luxurious hotel located in the heart of the city. It is always flooded with rich businessmen, politicians, and celebrities. It is a known hotel because the owner is also famous.

But the good thing about it is that it pays well for a part-time and I'm lucky because I managed to get a few shifts and I badly needed it because I need to make money and meet some ends this month.

I nodded at Mrs. Smith as I take the keycard from her.

"You should clean quickly before the guest arrives," she reminded.

I nodded at her once again before I turned my back on her and started walking towards the elevator while dragging the cleaning materials with me.

I entered the elevator and immediately pressed the 15th floor.

Good thing that there's no one in here, it became easier for me because I can't deal with any people right now. I'm fed up.

I stare at my reflection in the elevator. I can't deny that I look so tired right now and my eyes are puffy.

This is the last job I have for today. I had a shift at the coffee shop and diner earlier and it's exhausting because there were a lot of customers. And don't even get me started with the customers that always complain even though they aren't in the place anymore.

I swear I hate those kinds of customers. I worked several jobs that includes facing the public but I just can't seem to get used to other people's rudeness and sh*t.

I threw my head back and massaged my neck. My back hurt and I need a real massage so bad. I feel so exhausted from taking multiple jobs in a day. I always do this but I feel like my body is giving up this time. I barely get any sleep.

I sighed.

If only I finished college and have a stable job I wouldn't have had to do these hard jobs. But life hasn't been so kind to me.

My parents aren't with me anymore and I don't have any siblings or any person that I could call my family. I also don't have any friends. I'm basically alone all my life. I grew up in an orphanage and left when I turned 18.

I was forced to stand up on my own feet and take care of myself. And now, I'm 24 and I'm still trying to do anything to make money for a living. I rent a small apartment downtown and even though it's quite small it's still expensive. I'm living in the city and everything here is pricey. The only good thing about living here is that there's a lot of job opportunities in big cities.

"Ugh," I groaned when the elevator opened snapping me out of my reverie.

Time to work.

I dragged everything with me as I went out of the elevator.

My eyes are glued to each door's number as I find room 194. After a couple of minutes, I finally found it. I didn't waste any time anymore and quickly opened the room using the keycard that Mrs. Smith gave me.

A huge and luxurious room welcomed me. I'm in total awe as I roamed my eyes inside.

It's my first time working here at Pestana hotel and it is also my first time seeing the inside of a room here. It's so beautiful and elegant and just simply breathtaking.

"I'll get to experience this one day," I whispered to myself.

I know spending a day here costs a fortune and yes, I'll be staying here for a day or two if I won't stop working hard.

One day.

After satisfying my eyes with the view and everything, I get the mop and started moping. I can't just stand here the whole day. I got to work if I want my dreams to come true.

I spent the next hours mopping, dusting, and wiping the windows and mirrors. They already look clean but of course, I'm working in a high-end hotel, everything should be crystal clear clean.

As weird as it may sound, I enjoyed cleaning here although everything is already cleaned— that I didn't notice the time.

"Sh*t," I cursed under my breath upon realizing something.

Mrs. Smith told me not to stay here more than the given time but I lost track of time.

Panicking, I gathered all the cleaning materials and put them all back in the trolley cart.

I quickly walked towards the door and when I was just about to open it, the door opened leaving my hand hanging in the air.

I'm doomed. . .

My heart started beating fast that I could almost hear it hammered inside my chest as I stare at a tall man in front of me.

I thought I'm tall but standing in front of him made me feel so small.

"Who are you?" His deep baritone voice filled my ears.

Sh*t.

I'm really doomed.

Mrs. Smith told me to leave before the guests arrive and the guest had already arrived and I'm still here.

Damn it.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir— I'm only here to c-clean," I stuttered as I try to explain.

He didn't answer. He just remained silent and so I looked up at him and found him staring at me intently with a serious expression on.

Sh*t, what do I do?

"Excuse me, sir? What's going on here?"

Mrs. Smith suddenly appeared which made me realize how doomed I am right now.

Please, this job is my last straw and I failed to obey the first rule.