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“I want a room upgrade,” she said nonchalantly, still focused on her phone.
“You can approach the front desk for that, ma’am,” I instructed. “We’re not able to make room changes and accept money from guests.”
“Good,” she beamed. “Because I’m not giving you a dime.”
God, who was this woman? Thanks to my all-girls private school, I had had my fair share of mean girls to deal with back in the day. It was a jungle there, and the fights usually were in secret and very petty.
“Glad that we’ve established that, ma’am.”
“But I still want an upgrade.”
“The front—”
“Yeah, yeah.” She crinkled her forehead and waved a hand in the air to cut me off. “The front desk. You already said it. But I want a free upgrade.”
“I can’t do that.”
“But you just said that your Junior Suites are free for today. I want one.” When I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t have the right to authorize the changes, when she interrupted me once more, annoyance started to crawl up my skin. “I want one with an ensuite bathroom and a bigger bathtub.”
“As I said, ma’am, staff are prohibited from making room changes for the guests. And I’m sure even the front desk wouldn’t authorize the free upgrade you want.”
“Excuse me, missy,” she hissed, finally stepping out of the room. Her risqué top was paired with high-waisted denim jeans that were so skinny it was almost like a second skin. She wore the ugliest pair of shoes I had seen in my life, and her posture was horrendous. “But do you know who I am and what I do for a living?”
“Am I supposed to?” She looked offended by my answer.
“I am Maddison Chambers,” she scoffed.
“Doesn’t ring a bell.” I knew that we were past formalities now and even though this woman was a guest, and Susana said that they were always right, I wasn’t going to stand here and let her ridicule me.
“I am an influencer.” She raised a finge, a grimace painted her face as if she was about to cry in front of me for not knowing her name. “I have over three-hundred-thousand followers on Instagram, a hundred-thousand on TikTok, and over fifty-thousand on Twitter.”
With the status my family had in California, I knew a lot of influencers. Some were even my friends, and for a short while, I had thought of becoming one, too. But it required hard work and thick skin to face rude people on the internet who believed they could comment about your body or what you should do with your life. I knew it wasn’t for me. Just by her number of followers, I could tell that Maddison Chambers was new in the field.
“That’s good.” I smiled, praying I could wrap the conversation up and leave. But she wasn’t done.
“Do you know what that even means?”
“Enlighten me,” I said.
“It means that I could post this hotel on my socials and write the ugliest review. Zero stars on accommodations, zero on the room, and negative one hundred stars to the pathetic staff.” When I had gone quiet to digest her words and try not to get pissed, she thought she had won. “That’s right. So I suggest you make the upgrade and hand me my Junior Suite key now.”
“Look,” I started. “Where I come from, entitled baby influencers like you with unrealistic beauty standards and obvious bad taste are cancellable. Do you know what that means?”
She shook her head. I guess she needed a crash course on what cancel culture was. Although I wasn’t a fan of that, she needed to learn her lesson. Better from a hotel staff member than someone who could ruin her career before it could even start.
“It means that with one post from a pathetic staff member like myself, your big influencer dream might just be short-lived. No one likes a privileged girl who’s rude to blue-collar workers who work hard day and night to make ends meet.”
Her eyes grew in horror as my words sank into her brain. That was the thing about working for social media and content creation, you needed your followers’ engagement. So it would be a good idea if Maddison learned a thing or two before she did something stupid and got put on trial by the public.
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s reality.”
“Your boss will hear about this.”
My stomach dropped at her words. The last thing I needed was to get Matthew involved in this little debacle. It would mean that my job hung on the line. I wasn’t supposed to talk back to the guests, and if my superiors heard about this, I was dead.
But I also wasn’t going to cower from Maddison. If I was going down, I might as well make a show out of it.
