(This is going to be an extended series, based on the feedback I receive will dictate if I make more or not. Please stay tuned and give me feedback if you enjoy it!)
Nathan had been working at the Royal Wilder Hotel in Central London for almost 2 years. Being a member of Room Service, Nathan didn't have much reason to go to the Front Desk in reception, only if he was asked by the staff there for refreshments on the overnight duty. Nathan didn't mind that one bit, it broke up the monotony of cleaning silver and glassware at 3am. On particularly busy occassions, Nathan wouldn't ever be able to leave the "Cauldron", as he had grown to call it.
Nathan despised overnight service, he had grown accustomed to the unreal demands of guests at the stupidest of times, knowing that if they just read the overnight room service menu then they wouldn't be disappointed and annoyed when he had to refuse them, he would always be painted out as the 'useless, incompetent employee' he had been referred to before because he could not whip up a Carbonara al Dente for 6 Italians by himself 40 minutes before the breakfast service started.
The phone rang at 02:16am, Nathan still had under 6 hours to go. The dialing number didn't register from the 400 rooms listed at the Wilder, so it must have been the front desk. Nathan wondered what they wanted, some posh crisps? Or perhaps a coke?
"Room Service, Nathan speaking."
"Hello, could you come to front desk and help me with this receipt?"
Nathan had never heard this voice before. New meat? Supposedly. But what was this request that the female on the other end wanted help with? Room Service didn't pertain or lend itself to accounting discrepancies, but given how many times Front Desk had shit the bed on valid purchases it grew more common for Room Service to make unscheduled journeys to correct THEIR mistakes. Or at least, that's how Nathan saw it.
He responded that he would be down as soon as possible, but he didn't really mean this. Nathan was opinionated, as much as he was agnostic about his job. Why put in the extra effort to another department when they earn a better salary than he? It was just before 03:00am when Nathan finally snaked down to Reception. When he did, he found nobody there. Fortunately for reception, there were no impatient guests waiting either.
"Hello?" He announced, trying to rouse a reply.
"Room Service? Hello?" He called again. He perked around the staff door.
"Helloooooooooo?" He said again, starting to become impatient with not being responded to. He let out a long sigh, and turned on his heel to return to Room Service. It was then when he heard her voice again.
"Hey! Sorry! I was on toilet." She said, as she practically jogged from the ladies room on the other side of the foyer. She paced toward Nathan, who at the same time reared around to face her. He spied the name on her dress suit "Natalia". Russian? Ukrainian? Who knew. "Natalia" presented a bill from room #209 to him.
"I try to close on computer but-"
"It won't close on the automatic system? That's fine, do you know how to override the command?" Nathan interrupted. It wasn't uncommon for FD not to know how to do their jobs correctly, at least according to Nathan.
