Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his. We brainstormed the ideas together, all scenarios were his ideas. Special thanks to him also for editing. Enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
Shining sunlight had cast a blinding light, ricocheting from every glass surface covering the black painted building. Windows of darkness were there to greet anyone who had witnessed the impressive tower's architecture from the distance. To a janitor outside, cleaning up debris tossed out onto the paved road, it was a common sight that was seen daily with the palm trees rusting from the wind. The paved road led down into an underground parking garage, a fundamental feature belonging to what had become a luxury hotel resort in the Westwood area of Los Angeles. If the high prices for staying didn't keep the college students away for spring break, the aesthetic of gold and black colors and Art Deco was likely to do the trick. Or at least that's what the management thought when they opened the doors six years ago. A vast renovation project was complete, transforming an old building into something new.
During the daylight hours, one could see the large black font of the sign, but without it's bright white lights that appeared in the darkness. The Midnight Light Inn carried itself in elegance to the wandering eye. Gold lining covered the corners with matching black tiles that carried the roaring twenties inspired Art Deco theme. A popular joke among the staff was that of the name, it was a miracle that the hotel had a positive flow of cash despite it's status as one of the more overpriced places to stay in town. Beyond the turning glass doors of the entrance, guests were welcomed to the sleek dark interior. Black with a lining of gold was the look, complete with matching black marble floors and dark red carpets. Every piece of metal from door knobs to lamp posts glimmered in a vintage gold look. The butlers and maids all wore black clad uniforms, tuxedos and fancy white dresses complete for a strict uniform code.
For over three hundred dollars a night per stay, guests were treated from the main building intended for travelers. The common necessities with cable TV, internet and room service all at the dial of a button. A spa upstairs and then a private swimming pool outside were among the leisure time offers to guests. Beyond the main building was a larger tower which had the residential suites and security wing of the hotel. The entertainment offered to residents only included live music, a bar and their own diner. Every security guard had a dress code of dark navy blue or black pinstriped suits with white undershirts. It fit in with the vibe and aesthetic given to make guests feel as if they were stepping into the past. The residential building had it's own form of entertainment. With many workers residing in the lower floors, as the higher up the tower went it was reserved for residents with deeper pockets. The final two floors at the top were a twin penthouse suite, believed to house the manager, but only those working within the hotel would know such details.
Outside, a black Mercedes Benz cruised down the paved road, leading into the underground parking area where it soon found an empty space up against the wall. The luxury car blended in with a Bentley and a BMW that were also lined up close by. The driver side door opened, right as valet service came to attend to the vehicle and offer a slight conversation. From the back seat, someone could be seen in the distance shuffling about. The driver was an older man, with slicked back grey hair and a light beard. He wore a dark suit, similar to the uniform of the valet service men. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for a woman who stepped out of the car. Thanking him with a smile, her red hair had almost of a glow with it that went along with her deep blue eyes. Wearing a black blouse covering her massive chest and a matching long dress, actress Christina Hendricks had arrived. The older man was not only her driver, but also her trusty agent Tom who had escorted her to the hotel for a quick check in with a residency deal.
Last year Christina had signed on a new endorsement deal for the Jerry Walker whiskey brand. In the past, her deals led to photography sessions in a marketing campaign. But after five years of a solid partnership in contract, the company was willing to push the limit with a different offer. A deal had recently been signed as they became the sole corporate sponsor to stock the bars and private restaurant of the Miracle Light Inn. Christina couldn't say she had drank much of the whiskey brand, but it was a swell offer. She still had her home in Beverly Hills which was enough for her to turn down the residency offer that lasted two years. Tom had to talk her into at least checking in to the hotel and spending some off time there. Since the cancellation of her last TV show Good Girls, Christina had a bit of time on her hands off from filming and needed to unwind. The older man insisted that going out of town to place like this would be ideal for her to clear her headspace as she was still annoyed at the fact of the show's cancellation.
The valet service was quick to help with Christina's luggage, all while Tom escorted her from the parking garage to the hotel entrance. Her eyes wandered around, marveling at the beauty of the interior design to the hotel. For her residency, a contract had been arranged that she and her agent needed to look over once they arrived at the hotel. Her room had already been prepared in advance, all thanks to a phone call that had been placed yesterday afternoon. Tom insisted checking the contract and going over it, leading them to the first journey throughout the hotel. The receptionist was a short young man, dressed fancy all with a pink bowtie beneath his neck. He escorted the actress and her agent from the front desk all the way to the residential building. The walk itself took over ten minutes, enough time for her high heels to click and clack across the floors in a steady rhythm.
Christina's eyes enlarged, as she became impressed at the residential building's main lobby. A checkered floor in black and white offered a reflection when glancing down. Gold interiors and decorations had led her to believe that much money was spent turning this place into one of grandiose comfort. The smile curved across her pink lips before she took the hand of the receptionist and led her way up a staircase. All the while, Tom followed behind her, his eyes scanning across every detail of the immaculate ornaments. From the diamond studded hanging chandeliers to Roman columns. A vintage style elevate was down on the lobby floor complete with a sliding cage, but Christina insisted on wandering up the staircase. There were five floors for residents, all while the receptionist explained the last floor up led to a private penthouse. Her room was on the fourth floor, 404 Christina didn't care about that as she was led to a black door and opened it to reveal her awaiting room.
"And here we are, Miss Hendricks."
She stepped through the doorway, gazing across the Art Deco themed room. Giggling softly, Christina turned to see the floor matted with beige carpet. Similar gold decorations covering the walls and luxury lounge chairs that made up the living room.
"Wow, this is marvelous. Did I just step back in time?"
Turning to Tom, she joked again.
"Are we back in the nineteen-twenties or am I just dreaming?"
While they shared their laugh, the receptionist smiled.
"I can assure you that you're not dreaming, Miss Hendricks."
Christina didn't pay him any attention as she took a second gaze across the living room. A large widescreen television was mounted on the wall in a fancy wooden frame. It was the only piece of modern enhancement to the furniture. Everything else retained it's retro, vintage style look that fit the overall vibe of the hotel. A set of four lamps around the living room offered low lighting. As she began to wander from the living room to the kitchen, looking over the metal chairs by the dark wooden table, the receptionist spoke again.
