The color of our love

Olivia folded the sheets she had just removed from the bed, checking that everything was neat before closing the door. She hated this job, but she couldn't quit either, risking being unemployed. As a foreigner, she struggled to find decent work despite her qualifications, and her skin color and background only made matters worse. "Oh my God, Olivia, hurry up before the Snow Queen finds you here!" her friend Roxy called out to her. "I'm finished, I was waiting for you," she replied. Roxy was an unfailing source of support for her. When she came to this country, she had n't imagined life would be so complicated. She had been naive to believe her aunt, who had promised her paradise before she realized it was hell. She sometimes regretted leaving her beloved Africa to venture into an unknown world. The American dream had turned out to be a nightmare. Her aunt had finally kicked her out after accusing her of having an affair with her husband, who turned out to be a scoundrel of the worst kind. She had wandered the streets of New York before fate sent her that rare gem, her friend Roxy. Roxy had not only found her a job but also a place to stay. They left the room but came face to face with the famous Snow Queen. Carine Jackson was a frustrated and bitter woman who had been divorced four times and suffered several failed relationships. She had become embittered and took out her frustrations on the hotel staff. Her cousin, Zack Gordon, a notorious party animal and greedy gambler, couldn't possibly manage the hotel, so he had thought of his cousin, who ruled the roost. "So you have nothing to do?" she asked them with her characteristic coldness. "Of course we should go," replied Roxy. They didn't need to be asked twice, they practically ran. "I often feel like strangling her," Roxy said quietly once they were far away from her. "Do you think the new owner will be nice?" Olivia asked suddenly. _ I learned he was immeasurably cold, so unpredictable that his employees don't know what to expect from him, but they say he's also handsome. Olivia slapped her forehead when she saw her friend, who had once again drifted off into her own world at that last remark. She had a tendency to get lost in her own thoughts. They parted ways in a corridor. ~~~ Justin's private jet had just landed. He retrieved his jacket, which he had taken off during the flight, grabbed his briefcase, and stepped off the plane. He found his assistant already waiting for him. His assistant took the briefcase, a gesture Justin hated, but no matter how much he explained, the young man didn't seem to understand. "Is everything ready?" he asked him. Yes sir, they are just waiting for you. Mr. Kyle stayed at the hotel to wait for you. Justin simply nodded. He put on his sunglasses and got into the car. He had left America several years ago to start a new life in another country. It had taken him twenty-five years to reclaim this hotel, which held great sentimental value for him. His father, Peter Hamilton, had fought tooth and nail to build a veritable empire, but he had the misfortune of crossing paths with Tyron Gordon, who not only betrayed him by sleeping with his wife but also took all the assets he had fought so hard for. Justin was only five years old, but he remembered that despicable act, and he swore to himself then that he would make them pay for their betrayal when the time came. Zack Gordon was very greedy; it had been easy for him to get his hands on him. He had only been able to recover the hotel because the other assets had been squandered by those vultures. The car parked in his private lot, and he used a secret passage known only to him and his father. He found himself in the office that had once belonged to his father. He found Zack Gordon tidying up his things. "I thought you'd already left?" asked Justin, who had just surprised him. To his great pleasure, he jumped. "Well, I was putting away the last of my things," he replied with a forced smile. Once finished, he left the office. Justin began to contemplate it; this office reminded him so much of his father. It had certainly changed, but it was still the same office. He was going to give it the look it had before. The door opened to reveal his friend Kyle, who still had the same smile on his face. He came over to give him a brotherly hug. Kyle Cyrus was more than a friend to him; he was a true brother. "So, how is the man who has finally obtained what was due to him?" he asked. "I don't think I'm doing any better, since that bastard Gordon almost destroyed everything my father spent so long building," Justin replied. "But I'll fix it. Did you find what I asked for?" Of course, a luxurious apartment right in Manhattan, perched on the fortieth floor of a building all to yourself. Besides, you're the only one who would rent a building just for yourself so no one bothers you. "That's just how I am, what do you want?" replied Justin with a mocking smile. _ Well, I'll leave you now, I'm going to check on the progress of the preparations for tonight's famous ceremony. Once Kyle had left, Isaac Parker, his assistant, entered and placed his briefcase on his desk. He informed him that his suite wasn't quite ready. Justin's jaw tightened, visibly angry, but he decided to keep a low profile; he wasn't going to let this indiscretion go unpunished. He had decided to clean the hotel from top to bottom to remove all traces of Gordon, and he would start with the staff.