The Tables Have Turned
Rachel
It had taken a considerable amount of time to fall asleep the previous night due to the disastrous encounter with Orion. Tears had come, and when I finally woke up, it was late, and I felt exhausted and hungry. I lacked the motivation to get out of bed in the early afternoon. I decided to order room service, craving a decent meal to kick-start my day.
After eating and taking a good shower, I faced my reflection in the mirror, realizing how worn out I was after recent events. I remembered the terrible and completely unexpected humiliation I had endured from Orion, feeling terrible for having misjudged him so erroneously, for believing he would be a great suitor when, in fact, he was nothing more than an unscrupulous and deceitful man.
I returned to bed.
I needed some time for myself, to recover from the harsh experience. After all, he had kicked me out of his suite humiliatingly after my firm refusal to succumb to his advances. I had to walk for over an hour to get to the hotel where I was staying since he didn't allow me to take my bag, which held my cellphone and a small wallet with some loose change, and my debit card. I chose not to provoke his anger further, fearing he could become violent.
Upon waking up that day, my first action was to contact the bank and block the card, claiming to be a victim of theft. I also requested the issuance of a new card to be delivered to the bank branch since I didn't have a fixed address at that moment.
Luckily, I had two accounts where I managed my finances, so I could still use the other card that was stored in my suitcase here in the hotel room. Another problem persisted: I was without a cellphone, and I had no desire to contact the scoundrel Orion. The distance between us was not enough for me. I planned to buy a new phone as soon as I had the will to leave that hotel room, which had become my refuge, my hiding place from the world.
On that day, I dared not leave the room. All my meals were requested through room service. I would take this time to recharge my energy and reflect on the steps I would take from now on.
The next day, I would face the world again. Today, however, my only concern was myself. Even though Sarah, Enrico, and other people might influence the decisions I would make in the coming days, I would not allow them to occupy my thoughts at this moment.
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Another day, another perspective.
I woke up refreshed, completely willing to go after what I desired, and determined to use the remaining money to achieve my financial stability, even if it meant going to the extreme.
I didn't like to recall the disastrous dinner with Orion, but it served as a valuable lesson. I no longer intended to expose myself in the same way, pretending to be a good girl and trying to win over men with a false personality that no longer suited me, the former heiress.
From now on, I will be honest about my future goals: to find a wealthy husband capable of supporting all my luxuries without me having to make an effort beyond being the perfect wife, always elegant and well-presented to please the eyes of the one who financially supports me.
If I didn't find a husband, I wouldn't let opportunities to be the mistress of some millionaire pass unnoticed. I was tired of financial limitations and not being able to fulfill all my desires.
Although I intended to return to Monaco, where I would find the ideal man for my plans, as everyone there was incredibly rich, I couldn't distance myself from my sister in this delicate moment of her life. Even if Sarah didn't want to talk to me and might never forgive me for leaving her to fend for herself, I needed to be by her side.
With everything clear in my mind, it was time to put on a very sensual outfit, do makeup that appropriately highlighted my green eyes, and prepare to meet some old acquaintances, who at this hour were likely having lunch in the club restaurant I used to frequent when I was still a millionaire heiress.
The title of club member is something no one can take away from me. After all, my father paid a high price for it, and it was my right to make the money he spent on acquiring the lifelong membership for him and his family, meaning me and Sarah, worthwhile.
I sprayed on my favorite perfume, a sweet fragrance of flowers, and wearing high heels, even though my feet were still sore from walking barefoot for several kilometers, I exited the elevator towards the hotel lobby.
“Miss Mitchell?” I heard someone call me, and I decided to slow down before turning to see who it was. “Miss Mitchell?”
It was one of the hotel receptionists, the ones at the front desk.
“Yes?” I replied, a bit impatient.
The receptionist looked around, as if checking if we were alone, and then spoke in a discreet tone.
“The hotel manager would like to speak with you. Could you please come with me?”
I seriously considered refusing to accompany the receptionist, but I ended up changing my mind.
“Alright.”
A receptionist led me through various corridors, walking at a painfully slow pace, which only served to increase my irritation. However, I chose to remain calm and refrained from making comments until we arrived in front of a door with a sign that read "Senior Manager."
After knocking briefly and opening the door for me, the receptionist left, leaving me with an unfriendly-looking man.
“I called you here due to an issue with the payment for your stay with us, Miss Mitchell” the man began to explain without even offering me a seat “All payments since your check-in at our hotel have been declined, and I need you to provide a new form of payment.”
I wasn't pleased with the hotel's approach to payment, but without an alternative, I took out the card in my possession and handed it over to cover the expenses.
“I don't like the way you're talking to me, Mr…” I quickly checked his name on his badge “...Barney. But here it is, try this card.”
While the man proceeded with the payment using the new card, I impatiently tapped my foot on the hardwood floor, frustrated to be detained there when I wanted to be at the club.
“It's…” the man began, feigning hesitation “The payment was also not accepted on this card, Miss. There aren't sufficient funds.”
“That's impossible, Mr. Barney!” I raised my voice indignantly “Of course, there is enough balance to cover the stay in this mediocre hotel!”
“I can try again if you wish.”
“Of course, you'll try again,” I said angrily “You probably don't know how to operate this machine and are making up this story about insufficient funds.”
The man shot me an unpleasant look, but I wasn't concerned about that. All I wanted was to leave the hotel as soon as possible and head to the club.
After several unsuccessful attempts, the man suggested an alternative.
“Do you not have another card, Miss? Perhaps a credit card?”
I immediately understood what he was insinuating but decided to pretend not to notice and handed over the only credit card I had left, which I avoided using to avoid accumulating debts I couldn't pay.
However, the credit card was also declined, which seemed even more absurd. I hadn't used that card since I paid the last bill. How could I suddenly have no credit limit? Something was wrong, and I was sure the incompetent manager was behind this attempt to embarrass me.
“So, Miss Mitchell?” The portly man pressed me “How do you plan to pay for your stay and all your expenses here in our hotel? Because one thing is certain... you won't leave here owing us a single cent!”
The pressure from the paunchy man only increased my discomfort, but I kept my composure, determined to resolve the situation in a dignified manner.
"I'll solve this problem immediately," I replied, keeping a firm tone despite my growing irritation.
"Of course, you will," he insisted, making me even more apprehensive. "Either you pay what you owe us one way or I'll find another way to make you pay."
I couldn't believe the man's words. Would I be involved in a situation like the one with Orion again? I thought with horror.
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