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PAIGE
Toiletries? Check!
Mirrors? Not a spot. Check!
Towels...?
I step up onto the lid to get a better look at the rack above the toilet. Three towels sit perfectly folded with smaller hand towels stacked on top, also perfectly folded.
Good job, New York housekeepers. Ten random suite checks and not a single tuck out of place.
I hop down and mark it on my clipboard. Check! Thank the maker for checklists. There’s nothing better than having a list of things to do, things to look for, things to think about other than a thick, dangling?—
“Sinks,” I say to myself as I lower to my knees by the counter. “Sinks, sinks...”
I open the cabinet doors to peek inside, igniting the little flashlight on my key chain to get a better view. No spills or dust build up in sight, but my eyes instantly zero-in on the tiny puddle gathering beneath the pipe. I shimmy closer, sticking my head underneath as I reach inside. As my fingers hover over it, a fresh drop of water falls from the pipe onto the back of my hand.
Looks like we’ve got a leak.
I push up off the floor and head toward the phone in the suite.
“Maintenance,” they answer. “You’ve got Bill.”
“Hey, Bill,” I say. “It’s Paige.”
“Paige! I heard a rumor you were wandering around today...”
I chuckle. “It’s what I do. We’ve got a leak.”
“Uh-oh. Where?”
“Suite 1412,” I say after a quick check of my list to be sure. “It’s not bad, but it definitely needs to be fixed today.”
“I’ll send someone up right now. I’ve got just the guy right here.”
I smile. “Thanks, Bill. You’re the best.”
“Aw, shucks.”
I hang up, lying the phone cord on the table just right before returning to the bathroom. A quick peek beneath the sink again, and I catch another drop splashing down. It’s a good thing I caught this early. I stand up, more than a little proud of myself, but there’s nothing wrong with celebrating the small wins.
I draw a circle around sinks before returning to the suite to check the temperature on the minibar fridge.
A card slides through the door lock. I turn to greet the maintenance person, but pause as Oliver walks in instead.
No blazer. Sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. He’s been working hard, that’s for sure.
Gulp.
“Oh,” I say, taken back. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Oliver smirks as he holds up a wrench. “Is there a problem with your pipes, ma’am?”
I raise a brow. “Yes, but...”
“I was with Bill when you called up.” He waves his tool around. “Point me at the leak.”
“Bathroom sink.”
