Chapter 42

Lauren froze for a second, then suddenly exploded, yelling like she lost her mind: "Charisse! You can't fire me!" Charisse leaned in slightly with a casual smile. "I'll report to the GM. You've got no service sense, no basic manners—you're not fit to work at Luna Heights Hotel anymore. Pretty sure the GM will agree, don't you think?" Lauren stared at her smug face, practically choking on her anger. "I swear, I'll kill you, Charisse!" Charisse didn't bother replying. She turned and walked right out of the concierge department. Moments later, with Lauren still cursing non-stop, security came and escorted her out of the hotel. Finally—peace and quiet. Charisse headed to the break room, flopped down on the sofa, covered her face with both hands, and let out a long sigh. It had been a full-on day. She was dead tired. Not long after, Hannah gently knocked and peeked through the door. "Charisse, I made some ginger tea. Want a cup?" Charisse sat up. "Sure." Hannah quickly came in with the ther