Chapter 12 Star Is An Adonis

• "Why would you like to work outside? It's so dirty," Tillie murmurs as we walk through the main cabin towards the reception desk, the vaulted wooden ceiling rising several stories above us.
• Her pretty face scrunches up and I notice for the first time the brown specks in her otherwise crystal blue eyes.
• "And cleaning urine off toilet seats isn't? How about 'discreetly disposing of used condoms'?" I quote Paige's exact words into the air with my fingers. The last two hours have been focused on how important it is for guests to know that the staff is discreet. That we will see all kinds of things in these rooms, high-end clientele or not, that might make us do a double-take. We shouldn't do that. We should keep our mouths shut, tidy up their rooms, hide the dildos we find in the dirty linens on the nightstand, and offer guests nothing more than a polite and unbiased nod if we pass them in the hallway.