Briana's POV
Alongside Regina and I, John and Cleo are on duty for the week. Also, more than the usual orderlies are on board.
An anonymous but esteemed client of Morinson's is having a small party that an average citizen like myself would term lavish nonetheless.
Which is why we have more than the usual hands on deck. The good thing is that the hotel is big enough, likewise the reception, hence Cleo and Regina can keep off each other's hair.
I for one, have zero strength to catch punches or defend anyone. I am that exhausted.
"Are you feeling okay?" Regina looks at me with scrutiny.
Truthfully, I am not.
"I guess." I manage a response that's vague but at least it's not entirely a lie.
My uniform top is baggy, a way to shield my already bulging baby bump.
"What are your plans?"
