The rain had not let up since he boarded the armored van at the airport. The weather had become more irritating since the new driver assigned to take him to the club slammed on the brakes a couple of times due to the lack of courtesy of other drivers, cursing between his teeth in his native tongue: German. He checked his cell phone and realized he had several missed calls from his older brother, Bruno.
Bruno Hoffmann was the eldest of the three sons of the owner of the Einsam club empire. Years before in New York, he had created the first hotel and club Seasons, which had gained fame among the high society. It was a peculiar and intimate place, known for its extravagance and psychedelic atmosphere. Admission to this club required a six-month wait and an exhaustive investigation of the person, including high-ranking individuals, millionaires, and powerful sheikhs.
Björn looked out the window again, clenching his jaw tightly. He wondered if Bruno had a good reason to make him travel. What was it that he didn't want to discuss over the phone or video call? It wasn't the first time Bruno had called him. If it wasn't about problems at the club or hotel, it was usually because he had gotten himself into trouble with women, disregarding rules such as "I'm married" or "I'm off-limits," or simply because he had indulged his carnal instincts or his addiction to sex and gambling.
Two hours later, he was pulled out of his thoughts.
"Mr. Hoffmann, we have arrived," the driver said. Björn hadn't realized they had reached the Seasons Hotel on the outskirts of the city. It was dark, and the rain continued to pour, adding to his irritation.
"Thank you," Björn replied as the manager of the place opened his door. He walked gracefully into the hotel, with its high ceilings and diamond-shaped crystal chandeliers that reminded him of his mother. The hotel's design bore her touch. As he reached the main elevator, he felt someone's gaze. When he discreetly looked around, he found Christine. He pursed his lips and turned his gaze to the glass doors of the elevator.
"Are you so angry with me that you won't even look at me?" Christine whispered, her voice irritating him.
"Good night, Christine," Björn responded curtly.
"Good night, Björn," she sighed, folding her arms and gazing at his profile. "I thought you weren't coming back to town anymore."
"Business," he replied shortly.
"I remember the last time in our bed you said you'd never go back to New York," Christine remarked. Björn tensed. He had had an affair with Christine, who held a high position at the hotel after Bruno. When she thought there was something more than just an affair, Björn ended it abruptly. Their last fight had been so intense that he had even left a mark on her hand with a glass vase he threw at her. But that was five years ago, and Christine should have moved on, he thought.
The elevator bell hadn't rung yet, and Christine grew impatient that he hadn't responded to her venomous words. The doors finally opened, and he stepped in. She stood in front of him, stopping the glass door.
"You're not going to say anything about what I just said?" Björn subtly pulled his hand away without breaking eye contact.
"You should be over it," he replied, lifting his other hand and pointing to his own scar. "Just like I'm over this damn scar, Laurent." Christine's eyes widened as she remembered the scar. The doors closed, leaving her behind, her gaze following Björn until he disappeared.
Björn reached the floor where the hotel's head office was located, carefully considering his answers in case Christine tried to convince him to stay and manage the hotel. The less he saw Christine and her father, the calmer he would be. He didn't want to succumb to his lingering anger, which he had been working through with his psychiatrist for years. He didn't need any more problems than he already had at the moment.
He knocked on the door and entered. Bruno was sitting behind the stately glass desk, glancing at his cell phone screen.
"I thought you weren't coming," Bruno said, then looked up at Björn, who appeared irritated.
"What do you want? Couldn't you tell me over the phone or video call? Don't assume I don't have a job like you," Björn remarked, unbothered by Bruno's attempt at intimidation. He had learned to live with Bruno's façade and his own demons. He no longer cared about what came next.
Björn sat down, ignoring Bruno's gaze.
"I require you to cover for me for six months at the hotel and the club," Bruno finally stated. Björn crossed one leg over the other and leaned against the back of the leather chair, taking in the scent of Cuban cigars and alcohol that permeated the room.
"Why don't you ask Oscar?" Björn suggested, referring to their younger brother. Bruno twisted his lips, anger surfacing as he revealed his true intentions.
"Oscar is a son of a bitc*! He wants nothing to do with managing any hotel or club. Since the last incident, he has distanced himself from everything related to us, and you know that," Bruno replied.
"I can't do it. This time, I won't cover for you, Bruno. If that's all, I'll be leaving for Germany in a couple of hours," Björn declared, standing up, firm in his resolve not to assist Bruno any longer. Then came the words that struck his brother hard.
"Björn, I am your older brother. You have to help me. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to tell our father about the financial debacle that occurred in Australia with the club you were running," Bruno threatened. Björn closed his eyes, turning his back to his older brother.
"That mistake was dealt with over five years ago, Bruno," Björn said, facing his brother once more.
"But our father doesn't know," Bruno paused, seeing that his point was getting across. "That's why we don't share our secrets, why we possess the cold-bloodedness and the curse of using them against our family." Björn tensed even more.
"Why do you enjoy messing with me about the same thing? If you want to tell our father, go ahead. I'm tired of every time I refuse to help you, you threaten me with something no one remembers anymore."
"What about the fire? What about the person who died there?" Bruno uttered those words, causing Björn to lunge toward him. He grabbed Bruno by the shirt, exerting force.
"Don't you dare keep talking. I'll break your face," Björn warned, his rage simmering. "You don't know how things happened, so DON'T TALK!"
Bruno smiled.
"Release the aggression you carry every day, Björn. It's not good to bottle it up..." Björn let go, walked away, and reached the door.
"I'm going to Germany. Face the consequences of your actions for once, Bruno," he said before opening the glass door and slamming it shut behind him. Walking with clenched fists, his anger had finally surfaced. He needed to find a way to calm the brewing storm within him.
Ava looked at herself in the mirror, she was undecided whether to wear her hair down or up. She had put on the only black dress pants she had, the fanciest shoes with a tiny heel, and a plain white blouse with a thin black ribbon tied in a bun about to fall apart. She put just a little blusher on her pale cheeks and mascara on her long eyelashes. Then, at the last moment, she opted to wear her hair down. She thought that way her round face wouldn't be too noticeable. "Already?" she heard her friend say impatiently outside the bathroom. Ava took a breath and let it out slowly between her teeth while still looking at herself in the reflection of the mirror. She noticed those dark circles under her eyes that the makeup barely covered. Why was she nervous? It was just an interview for a better job. She would have more money to send to her family, so Frank could go to college, just like her. "We have to be a few minutes before the driver arrives." "I'm coming, I'm done," Ava announced, gr
Ava scrutinized the personnel manager, noting his arched eyebrow and furrowed brow. He appeared genuinely surprised to hear that one of the company's best employees was resigning. "Resignation?" he repeated, his disbelief evident. Ava nodded without hesitation, understanding that her decision was hard to fathom. Where would she go? Had she found a better job? "Is there a problem?" Ava inquired, taken aback by his reaction. He quickly cleared his throat and denied any issue. "Of course not. It just took me by surprise. You've been one of the best employees in the company," he thought, "though somewhat isolated. But a valuable employee nonetheless. Have you found a new job with better benefits?" Ava glanced at the casually dressed man before her, pausing for a brief moment. "Yes," she simply replied, realizing that she didn't owe him any further explanation. Besides, she lacked the confidence to reveal her destination. "Oh," the chief of staff responded. "Let me prepare the document
Björn remembered that Ava had not yet settled in, so he could not go around taking care of suitcases or leaving them around the place. First, you're going to settle in where you're going to live. Go with my secretary so she can give you the rest of the information. When you're done settling in, I'll call you, so we can get to work." Ava nodded, turned around, and Björn noticed Christine waiting outside the main office. He was about to roll his eyes but stopped when he saw Ava bending down to grab the handle of the suitcase. "Hold on, Miss Gray," Björn said. Ava turned her face to look at him, and Björn rounded the desk to approach her. Christine's gaze through the thick glass of the double doors of that office was one of annoyance. Björn opened the door and looked at Ava. "Mrs. Laurent will take you to see the employee area." Björn looked at Christine, who seemed to get more annoyed. "We need to talk, Mr. Hoffmann," Björn said no. "First, take my new personal assistant to her apart
Ava waited impatiently at the door of the head office where she was supposed to meet her new boss, Hoffmann. "This is his uniform," the secretary announced in a cold tone. Ava stood up and approached the blonde secretary at the desk. "Thank you," she said as she took the uniform and examined the fabric. However, Ava became uncomfortable when she saw the size of the uniform. "Size S? Are you kidding?" "Is there a problem?" Sussan asked, arching an eyebrow. Her face showed hidden amusement, and Ava realized that the secretary and the Frenchwoman had teamed up against her. "Well, yes," Ava paused briefly, showing Sussan the tag. "The size is small, it won't fit." Ava confessed without revealing the annoyance that had brought a smirk to her face. "I'm sorry, but there's none in your size. It's the only one available," Sussan replied. Ava pursed her lips before speaking. "Then I won't wear the uniform," Ava said, making a move to hand back the navy blue suit she held in her hand. Howe
Some time later, the sound of heels echoed on the marble floors of the central area where her boss's office was located. Without pausing her stride, Ava pursed her lips as she felt the pencil skirt hugging her curvy behind. Alice had gone to modify the only uniform they had given her, knowing well that they were trying to make her quit. However, neither they nor the rest of the hotel knew who Ava Elizabeth Gray was. Ava stopped in front of Sussan's desk, who looked up slowly and seemed surprised to see the fitted uniform accentuating Ava's figure. The white blouse appeared slightly strained by the buttons due to her ample... assets. Ava had tied her brown hair into a bun, attempting to look more polished and presentable. "Who would walk around with such disheveled hair?" No one. Everyone was well-groomed, and she would be no exception. Ava noticed two men guarding the glass doors and approached the secretary. "Is Mr. Hoffmann inside?" Sussan raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "H
Björn went to his office after listening to the conversation between Christine and his assistant. For the first time, he smiled, but it vanished within seconds as he heard Christine's attempt to intimidate and humiliate his assistant. Determined to take action, Björn knew he had to do something, but there was a task he had to complete first. Once in his office, he picked up his coat and glanced at his watch, about to leave the main office to accompany his assistant, when he noticed her in her uniform. Sussan, his secretary, knocked on the glass door, halting his departure, and Björn signaled for her to come in. "Excuse me, Mr. Björn, Mrs. Laurent left you what you asked for this morning," Sussan said. "Thank you," Björn replied, placing it on his desk. As he turned to leave, the secretary remained in the same spot, causing Björn to raise an eyebrow. "Anything else? I have important business to attend to," he said, visibly annoyed. "I want to clarify that it wasn't my intention to g
After a hectic afternoon measuring every suit, skirt, and shoe from famous brands, Ava entered the house where she would now be living. Alice was sitting in the dining room, enjoying a bowl of cereal, when she spotted a couple of hotel staff carrying bags and purses from luxury brands. Finally, Ava walked in, her tired face evident. "Ava! Wow, what's happening here?" exclaimed Alice, rising from her chair. The men disappeared, leaving the two friends alone at last. Ava slumped into one of the large armchairs in the living room. "These are my uniforms," Alice said, walking over and inspecting one of the bags. Her eyes widened as she discovered a shoebox from GUCCI. "Oh my god," she whispered, pulling out a pair of black high-heeled sneakers. They were exquisite, understated, and could go well with anything. "They are beautiful," she added, winking mischievously at her friend, who didn't seem thrilled or happy about all the purchases. "What's wrong? Don't you like them?" "It's not th
Björn gestured for Ava to enter the room, and she hesitated for a moment, considering it was her boss's private space. However, she entered upon seeing his expression of irritation. She placed the breakfast service cart near the large dining room and straightened up, running her hands through her navy blue coat. Nervousness enveloped her as it was her first official day on the job as his assistant. Björn sat in a chair in the luxurious dining room of the suite, which was the most expensive and exquisite room in the hotel. He finished buttoning his shirt, leaving it half-open. Ava noticed that he was barefoot, and a thought crossed her mind, "Wow, he has nice feet." Ava cleared her throat, trying to push away that random thought. Björn looked at her. "Have a seat," he pointed to the chair next to him. She nodded and walked over. Björn picked up a box and brought it closer, placing it in front of her on the table. Ava frowned. "It's your iPad. We'll be using it extensively. I don't