The Bloodline

08

That early morning, only a handful of personnel were around at the lobby of the hotel, two at the front office, a security and a bell boy at the entrance, and a Janitor polishing the floor.

The only addition were a medium size busses I front of the entrance, engine idling, waiting for their passenger who just stepping out from the elevator  

“Ah, Miss Darla…. One moment please….!” Shout the reception at the hotel as the young brunette hurried herself to the waiting bus.

She gave a little groan but move herself out from her group as she saw the front office personnel raises a yellow envelope from the counter.

“Have a pleasant day at the exhibition today, Miss…” said the man after handing over the envelope to the girl who gave a forced smile before take a little run to the awaiting bus avoiding disapproving looks from her colleagues in the bus.

****

The Janitor pulls out the cord of the floor polish, tidying the cord, and start pushing the polisher away past the front office to a storage room below the stairs, passing the two front office personnel who didn’t even bother to look at him.

I the crumpled storage room, he takes out his cellular phone. He hesitates a little since it is still early in the morning, but his order was clear. So he dialed a number on his phone, and waited for only three rings when he hears a voice.

“Yes…” Said a tired but alert voice…

“The package has been delivered….” He said…

“Good…” Said the voice…. “Come to my room…” And the connections cut off.

The Janitor put his cellular back to his pocket, then use the stairs up one floor, before using the elevator for the rest of the ride. He doesn’t want to have many angry questions from the front office whose caste was above him….

****

He gulped as she saw the woman in the room giving way to him to enter her room. She was only wearing a thin silk kimono, almost transparent, revealing a wonderful figure, covered with nothing else, beneath it.

Closing the door she then went to the dresser and takes an envelope full of cash and hand it to the Janitor who cannot concentrate….

“One more thing…. I need some cleaning for you to do” Said the woman in her thick accent as she slips out her silk kimono, and taking the hand of the janitor and pulling him to the bed, didn’t even bother with his sweat, smells, and his dirty coverall that stains her bed sheet… She just needs some satisfaction…

And he delivers…..