☆ Mark ☆
It was the thirteenth day after his mother's funeral that Mark decided to save her "precious" Lovelane. That was not the only turnaround he made. Smoking weed beside her grave every morning was also cancelled. He decided it was pointless and a waste of time. Especially if he meant to save his livelihood.He couldn't decide what had brought on the epiphany. Was it the serious roasting he got from his uncle? Or the scolding that accompanied his merely mentioning that he wished to sell the place? One thing was certain. The talk with Kendi, his cousin, the one who was set to take his house, had played a major role.When she called at first, he'd told himself to bear in mind that money and property caused family members to turn on each other. All of his mother's assets would go to her if he failed to adhere to the will. So he'd listened without forming any real opinion.It had been on the tip of his lips to beg her that he didn't want to be homeless. She could take everything else but the house. If he were honest with himself, the most important thing to him now was keeping that place where he lived with his beloved mother. The place where he was born. His home."You can do this, Mark. Auntie Dora knows that's why she put that in her will." She told him over the phone.When he replied with 'yeah right,' she added,"You're great with numbers, and you're very clever. Are you listening to me, bro? And Auntie saw that, too, I'm sure of it."At those very words, his resolve to constantly alternate between lying on the bed or sitting by his mother's grave for the rest of his life had weakened. He had felt it waver as she spoke.It was a rainy morning, and Mark sat at the reception of the motel, wondering where to begin with the whole revival project. He decided the first thing was to remodel the place. But business must go on while renovations are taking place.There was only one tiny problem with this plan. Most of the staff had quit. The receptionist and the clerk left last week without notice. They got new jobs at the new cheesy hotel down the road. 'What type of hotel calls itself The Street Inn?' A dumb name for a place like that, Mark thought. At least, the girls didn't try to demand any payment before they left. They didn't seem to care. Then again, it was the middle of the month, and they hadn't given any real notice, so he didn't think he owed them.Check this out. He was now thinking of the place as his, wow! Mark nearly laughed out loud when the thought occurred to him, but he remembered that there was nothing remotely funny about his situation. So he took a sip from his sweet coffee and went back to making notes.He only had two staff left. That's the housekeeper and one security guard. There's no guarantee that those two wouldn't walk in to drop their resignation this morning, too. He decided he'd handle administration for now, but he needed a second brain.The place could only serve as a short stay or overnight lodge for now. The name "motel" was merely a more acceptable term for 'brothel," was it not? Except there were no sex workers here. The place was good enough for people to come in to fuck themselves for a few hours or overnight. Mark told himself that this line of thought was one reason he doubted he could bring the place back to life."Be serious with this!" He breathed. "Room service? Pause for now."He didn't know how long he sat there thinking, planning, scribbling things on his note. The sound of footsteps by the door made him lift his head to look at the time. It was already 8:28. He stood up quickly to unlock the bars and front door. They should have been open an hour ago."Good morning, sir." Joe, the security greeted him."You're late." As Mark spoke, he caught the stunned look on the man's face. "That's right, we are getting back to seriousness from today." He added with a nod."OK." Joe nodded before heading inside hesitantly to change into his uniform.When the housekeeper arrived that day, Mark called a meeting to let them know the business was not folding up just because his mom passed away. He announced that he intended to raise the place and make it better than "those new guys down the road."Joe tried to hide his smile, but Mark caught the guy's twisted lips."Why? You don't think I can? You're probably right. Alone, I may not be able to do that. But I have you guys." He was looking at the guy dead in the eye. "Or are you planning to quit, too?"He didn't blink and didn't look away until Joe lowered his eyes."No, sir. I'm not planning to quit till you close down the place." He raised his head to meet Mark's eyes again as he said this."Good to know. And you, Ugo?" He fixed his eyes on the lady staff in charge of cleaning."I'm not quitting, sir." Her smile was kind."I'm glad." He nodded. In truth, glad didn't quite cover it. He felt so reassured, he could have hugged the both of them."Okay then. Let's get to work. Does anybody know a painter?""I'll find one." Ugo volunteered.With that, Mark began the task of saving his late mother's business and taking responsibility for his life. He decided that another first on his list was hiring that "second brain." He needed to act fast on that.Days later.Walking was good for the soul and body, Solana told herself, ignoring the shared cab honking to get her attention. The man's car was not yet full and he needed just one more passenger to complete the seats in order to earn his full money for the trip. Her job required sitting most of the time, so walking was good exercise. Never mind that her house was some twenty-five minutes walk from the supermarket where she worked. And she didn't have any extra calories to burn. This workout was not needed at all unless she was trying to lose her non-existent weight.Who was she kidding? She didn't want to walk home. The only thing she liked about her job was its proximity to the house. She always arrived home five to ten minutes after her shift, depending on the traffic situation. That was something very few people enjoyed in this busy city. But walking instead of taking a cab meant not getting back as quickly as she liked to. The only problem was she hated spending money nowadays.
'Nice and calm.' It was raining outside. All the air-conditioners were turned on. Solana snuggled into her jacket, enjoying the calmness of her surroundings as her eyes scanned the sales floor and aisles. It was a Friday morning. The supermarket was still empty except for the morning shift staff and two customers. Nope. Three. A formally-dressed tall man was now walking toward the cash counters with two large loaves and something else Solana couldn't see. She guessed the other two customers were probably just window shopping. "Do you know what a shopping cart is?" She wondered aloud, looking at the man approaching the cash point. He chose to stop at Zuri's counter, and Solana gave a silent prayer of thanks."Nice and calm." She hummed silently. It was wrong to enjoy the peace that came with slow business hours. Especially since this was where she earned her living. But she couldn't help it. The weather made her want to stay like this till she clocked out later. She did not feel li
*** Mark *** Mark sat where his mom used to sit and work in the brightly lit, sparsely decorated, spacious office. As he stared at the open Excel sheet on his mother's laptop, he mouthed, "Unbelievable." The initial renovations had actually had an effect. And quickly, too. He'd noticed the increase in foot traffic, but he didn't know things had picked up at this pace. Things have gotten much better than he expected in such a short time. So the free condoms worked, huh? How about that? He couldn't help but smile. But he quickly reminded himself that he had only scratched the surface of the beginning. It was a great start. He must maintain this momentum for the next five months, give or take. That meant continuous improvement. Or kaizen, as the Japanese called it. At least the very least, he must constantly do something new to spur the steady increase of guests. At some point in the last few weeks, he realized he couldn't do this alone. Joe and Ugo were a great help with security,
*** Solana ***Moments later, Sol followed the tall handsome stranger with beautiful eyes into his hotel room. The place was a little larger than average. The light was dim and the room smelled of fresh air and lemon, with a hint of tobacco. He pointed at the door on the left which was slightly ajar as they walked in. Sol quickly headed in there to do her business. She walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later. As she shut the door, the man stood up from where he sat on the nicely done bed. "Clean, isn't it," He said as he walked in slow, casual strides."Thank you for letting me use it." She smiled. "And sorry for jumping to conclusions this morning at the supermarket.""No problem and no problem.""So were you able to test the condom? Did you test it on a toy or a person?" Her voice rang with laughter. She was feeling so bold. Alcohol was the shit, yeah! She thought."You seem different tonight... Uninhibited." His voice was soft as he ignored her jokes."You don't know how I
*** Mark *** "So-Yeah...Alright." Mark remained seated on the bed, nodding his head to nothing, no one, and for no reason as the door clicked shut after the girl went out. He realized what he was doing and decided his brain was still on pause because the only words he could get out after what just happened were those three meaningless mumble - so yeah alright! He had been blank from the moment she had walked out of the bathroom with her eyes glinting flirtatiously. Getting off the bed, he quickly made his way into the bathroom. When he came out minutes later, he was determined to get his head back on track. "Maybe- MAYBE! That should not have happened!" He said while looking around the bedroom for his briefs. Sex was not part of the plan. Quite unexpected. If he were honest with himself, the whole brain pause had begun the moment she stood up from among her friends and walked unto the dance floor. The only thought in his head as he watched her, as she looked at him invitingly,
*** Solana *** Julie and her fiance, David, did not travel back together the next day as planned. She was still upset when they woke up in the morning, so she didn't return his call as she told him she would. That Saturday was Solana's day off from the supermarket. They spent the morning and afternoon watching TV, window shopping at the mall, and finally seeing a late afternoon movie in the cinema. While they were in a boutique at the mall that afternoon, Sol's phone rang. It was Dave calling her, his last resort after trying and failing repeatedly to reach his girl. When Sol answered the phone, he simply said, "Can I talk to her?" Without a hello. The guy was not Sol's favorite person at the moment, too, so she replied, "She has a phone, Dave. You really don't think I'll help you, do you? After calling me a slut-" "I don't need your help, Sol. Just give her the phone so I can talk to her or I'm calling her mom." "Wow! Seriously? You think threats will help your case?" "Give h
*** Solana ***Mr. Gonza was now standing two feet from Solana’s table, looking quite interested in her response to his question. Had she been talking aloud? Wasn't it a symptom of madness?"Ah. Yes, sir. Everything’s alright." Solana replied quickly. "Good.Visa is down. Accept other cards and cash. Or have them use the QR code." He informed her."Got it." "Tell the others." He gestured with his head to the other cashiers before turning away. Sol nodded. A customer was now pushing his cart toward her table at the same time while the manager was walking away. The market was somewhat full now, which meant they were about to get very busy. She didn't want to forget to pass the manager's instructions to the others, so she decided now was the best time to do so."Just a moment, please." She told the customer who was now at her table and unloading his cart. Going over to the next cashier, she delivered the message. Then to the next. Moments later, she returned to her table to find Mr.
Solana entered her apartment, phone on her right ear, supported by her shoulder as she undid her sandals' straps. "How was your flight?" "Exhausting. We hate flying, remember?" Julie did sound exhausted, but that was to be expected. "Plus the frustration with the delays. I can imagine how tired you feel right now." "How was work? Did he show? Perhaps to buy more condoms?" "I doubt he could've used all eleven condom packs in just 2 days." Sol sighed before adding, "And shhh... Dave will start to freak out again if he hears you. 'She could infect you with that type of behavior' Urgh! Silliness!" Her friend laughed as she mimicked the girl's fiance. Then she got serious after a few seconds. "You only have one week or less in that house Sol. I'll speak to him when he's rested. He's still off duty tomorrow. I'll have him all to myself." She lowered her voice seductively. Sol kicked off her sandals and dropped her little knapsack on the sofa. She started to take off her clothes to