Category: Summer at Hotel Fulcrum

This is the second part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 1, you can read it here.

Part 2: Orientation

Nobody had told Janet what to wear, so she walked in with her best idea of a hotel server outfit: pressed white blouse and black trousers. She still felt out of place among the grandeur, the immaculately dressed workers who knew exactly what they were doing, all striding back and forth with purpose. 

The receptionist greeted Janet coolly and asked her to wait. The lounges were all occupied, so Janet stayed standing, watching the people go by. After about ten minutes, she cleared her throat.

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This is Part 1 of my serial story. Stick around to find out what happens next!

Part 1: Interview

Hotel Fulcrum was a square brick building, four stories high, roof tiled in white. No balconies — no view. No valet attendant, just a square car park, almost empty. On the other side of the car park was a petrol station. Nothing special. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Janet Ling walked through the doors and marvelled at the contrast between the hotel’s plain exterior and its grandiose interior. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The floor was white marble, except for where it had been covered by rich red and gold carpet. Maybe it wasn’t quite the Ritz, but it certainly beat most hotels she’d been to. 

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