When I arrive at the Secret Palace for another shift, I see Damian chasing a child in a go-cart in the lobby. He must be five years old maximum and he’s speeding along in a replica Porsche Cayman convertible. It’s typical behavior for people staying at this hotel. Even the kids…
“Will you please stop? How many times do I have to tell you can’t drive inside?”
The child (in a velvet suit, if you please!) sticks his tongue out at Damian and accelerates, forcing him to run even faster behind the motorized cart. How can I not laugh at the sight of Damian having zero control over a small child?
I can’t hold in my giggles. Damian glares at me before running after the child again. Damian is about to catch up with the cart when the kid stops dead and puts into reverse. He collides with Damian, w
