Briana's POV
"Yo... They classy." Regina exclaims.
"As always," I respond like I'm not fazed when clearly my cheeks are pepper red.
Of truth, it's a small party, even smaller than expected, but the amount that's gone into it forbids one in my social class to say such.
As usual, John and Cleo are on duty, and three more staff they borrowed from our branch in the East. Just to be out of Cleo's path, Regina coerced me into joining her to wheel the client's luggage to their room. How nice.
We are still in the reception area, waiting for the next client so we, render our services. Can they all be here at once? It's exhausting.
"I'm tired." I sigh, knowing it's like pouring water on a rock.
So long as Cleo remains, she will never be in such proximity to her, and she will do anything to
