Page 10 of Bossy Grump's Secret

"Girl, when he sees you, he'll drop the clipboard for sure," Lily says while putting on makeup.

"You think? If he even notices, that'll be a plus." This makes her laugh, but it's true.

Nobody knows his weakness.

I joke, "He might not be into women," but Lily shakes her head.

"With his grumpiness, we have it easy. You should see him chew out the other guys. The only thing he doesn't do is hit them," she cackles.

"Really."

He's even more terrifying now, but his bullying won't intimidate me. I decide that very instant.

As we prepare to leave, I glance in the direction of his room. The lushness is incredible…even in that general area. This doesn't add up; he can't have all that just from being the Executive Housekeeper. Going back to gather more information would be ideal, but the possibility of getting lost and then being caught by Dylan is enough to make me hesitate.

Dylan

Waking up early is a habit that has been instilled in me since birth, something that few people knew a spoiled brat like me could do.

Luckily, no one here knows I am a rich, spoiled brat... except Mrs. Greane. The existential identity is being challenged by a girl who has been on my mind since she started working here. I wait anxiously to get it all out. Getting used to commanding people, who were sometimes twice my age, and ensuring they completed their daily workload was a challenge.

Ava made me like it. Her stubbornness piques my curiosity, and I look forward to seeing her daily to find out the alternative paths she takes instead of following my authority. Either way, a nice or tough guy is a dead end when I sense resistance, so I just ignore it.

... and Ava does not know how excruciating work can get here.

They get two floors of complete room-keeping duty. Lucky them. Matilde is in charge of the laundry, and you should see how crazy it gets on weekends when the hotel is the most crowded…and then on summer weekends. I have to send help most of the time, and even with that, I still see her a bit overworked.

A bit is okay, considering I'm overwhelmed most of the time. To be honest, if not for Ava and Lily's recruitment, I'd probably be growing an extra tendon in my legs, arms, and brain from exertion, and even then, I gave them two floors! Two floors for just over half the day. I must be entering simp mode.

They are about four floors beneath me, where the normal suites end. They're supposed to do the executive suites, the last three floors to the top, before a final extravagantly-furnished event room.

I take that from them...and do it myself.

If Mrs. Greane finds out, she will go ballistic on me. She told me to take it easy on them, but that was only for the first day.I can still make that excuse, but it won't hold up for much longer. She'll probably just call my mom and She's likely to call my mom and be upset over how I've overworked myself again.

Yup. She's not just my manager in the office; she has a long-standing relationship with my family. It took me some time to get used to addressing her as Mrs. Greane officially instead of Auntie Sylvia, though I would use the affectionate version when no one is around .

It would be such a catastrophe if she did one of her blue moon patrols and see me with my sleeves rolled up, lathered sponge in hand, running over and over the bathroom tiles. It’s unlikely since no big event was happening today, but still... there have been occurrences.

The executive suites are beautiful; even with my years of exposure to luxury, I would say that much. Despite having a billionaire father, my sister and I were raised modestly and pushed towards excellence.This meant we got few luxuries, save for the big family home. In fact, every expensive thing I own is either a gift for my birthday or a very big accomplishment, like my Lamborghini Huracan from Dad after graduation.

...the rest I have to work for. I believe I'm doing this as I scrub the bathroom tiles. This isn't my first time doing this...or second...or tenth. I began the company at the grassroots level and built it up to where it is now. Promotions weren’t sped up because I am the hotel owner's son. I have been here for eight years and have only gone up two ranks.

After about four hours of non-stop work, having cleared all nine rooms in the executive suite - gaining a really toned back from all the bending - I check on the first people that come to mind. Ava and Lily.

Ava.

I place a mental bet that they won't be done with the first floor I gave them, so that's where I go first. I was right. I hear a customer yelling as soon as the door to the elevator opens, and I immediately rush to see the damage. It happens with every newcomer.

"I said get out, bimbo! You'll do the rest when I check out of this horrible place," I hear a man bellow. It's muffled, so the sound is a little soft. Besides, rooms are soundproof, so I doubt if any guests would be disturbed.

I'm really worried for Ava and her straight-up sass. It could get her in trouble that I can't save her from. In this kind of place, you are only rude to customers on your last day of work, when you have collected your paycheck. Aside from that, you had to stomach everything. although I had broken that law a few times when some nasty customers were borderline.

"Ladies, what the hell is going on? Four hours, five rooms?" I ask, putting on all the boss persona I can muster. With Lily, it's pretty easy. She cowers under only a little pressure. Ava, who is significantly harder to intimidate, just flicks her gaze at me like she isn't scared. Well, she isn't.

"Two ladies," she adds at the end of my sentence.

"And what's wrong? That I gave two ladies such little work?"

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