This choice: He'll be a butler in the Golden Suites for a while. • Go Back...Chapter #4He'll be a butler in the Golden Suites for ... by: Unknown The answer came from a light hum that vibrated from my coat pocket, the one that carried my lighter. I took it out and snapped it open, noticing a new text from Miss Holmes on the screen.
Golden Suites, 18.
Still staring down at the screen, my body shuddered as a sob tried to fight its way out of my chest, those three little words teaching me far to much all at once of whatever caviar-demanding insanity would be in store for the next week, if not weeks. My neck felt stiff as I moved my head to look upwards at a platform standing right above the fate's hand, held afloat by six walkways arching over the enormous roulette wheel. A tower was stood in the center that was lined by a golden cage, the lights from the glass elevators inside shining through as they traveled up or down through the very roof of the casino, all an ominous mural that warned of the excessive grandeur laying above.
From then on, every step I made pushed the knife deeper into my heart, each one flashing another thought through my mind of every smack I'd receive from some heiress' tail as I weaved through the slot machines, dodged past drunk guests, twisted up the spiral stairway to the walkway, and made the final march over the bridge, the lights of the fate's hand shining under me as I was forced to watch the doors to the elevators come closer and closer.
As I stood before the elevators panel, I cherished what little time left I had of my free well before I held my lighter up to the access scanner, which glowed a bright green as the doors parted, and I made my way inside.
.....
Three weeks.
Just four days shy of my old record with the Golden Suites.
There was only a small touch of comfort that was brought to the space by the excessive taste of the room, the walls and furiture all bleached with white in the style of both the ornate lace of a rich Victorian estate and the sleek white surfaces of a modern spaceship. The light of a crystal chandelier falling on my back as I sat on a footstool in the foyer space, now dressed in a butler's suit with my jaw resting on my palms. The couches to a living area at my right stood along a curved staircase leading to the rooms above, their cushions devoid of any wrinkles implying they were ever sat upon, all bordering a circular region concaving into the room's floor, housing a neatly organized wooden case opposite of the seats for a super-widescreen TV. The dining table beneath the walkway to the guestrooms was all set for a large banquet, and even the pool table behind the sitting region was arranged and ready for a game.
None of it was too last, though, something that was almost sad to remember as I gazed at all the room's splendor. No matter how high end the most expensive people alive could try and spritz themselves up as, it was a rare occurrence to clean up a used room without finding at least one stain of something bodily on the floor.
"Ten...nine...eight...seven..." I whispered aloud, rising from my seat as the last few seconds of my life ticked away. "Three...two...one."
Instantly, I put on a winning smile and folded my hands behind my back. The click of the door being unlocked by a key card came right on time, the doorknob turning before the door was pushed open, giving way to...
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