About a week later

*beep beep beep* "Kara! get up please!" "Sorry Dad!"

Finally she shut off that morning alarm. sadly the small apartment My daughter and I have landed in is about threeish rooms. A kitchen, a living room with the bathroom connected, and a single bedroom. Seeing as Kara needed the extra space for a desk I let her have the room and I took the futon couch in the living room. It was humble but we made it work. Kara burst into the living room and went straight into the bathroom to shower. As she ran by she had short light blue pajama bottoms and a white crop top. Finally I rolled out of the bed to make breakfast. Kara had the early shift today at the Super Chicken fast food joint. I guess some people really need like those breakfast items. My stomach would revolt if I did that, so I'll stick to making some quick cereal and a pot of coffee for Kara and I. When Kara was done she sat down for a bit to enjoy the coffee before running off. Her dirty blonde was wrapped up in her towel as she starting talking

"So" Kara began "Today is the big day of the owner is finally showing up? I still find it a bit weird that she wants to meet with you now and no one has given you a description, let alone a name." Kara was right, I had been working at the newly opened Perfect Hotel, which was such a presumptuous name. Even in the little over a month I had been there no one mentioned the owner. All of a sudden two days ago the other manager said the owner was coming by wanted to meet me personally. The entire hotel itself is weird. Popped up out of nowhere just north of the city. Outside of myself and a few other guys, most of the staff are the most gorgeous women you have ever seen. Almost like the hiring manager went through a model agency to staff the place. "I don't know honey" I replied to Kara "I hope I can be approved by her. Maybe it's because I am still down a bit but I just think this will go wrong."

"Nonsense! You will be fine Dad. Life is turning around, soon we will be out of here and in a real place." That's the hope I guess. While looking at my beautiful girl I wonder how I got so lucky. Kara was skinny, seemed quiet and nerdy. But really had a big personality who loved kids. She was a theater and art kid growing up which lends itself to TV and cartoons. She was trying to make kids TV shows, well she would argue they could be for adults too. Everything from art, voice acting, and storyboard she wanted a hand in. Her mother Ruth offered to pay the majority of her college in the midst of the divorce proceedings. This in an attempt to twist the knife in me more, and yet Kara chose to stay with me. "Well Dad, I need to get changed and run, I will see you tonight." She stepped over and gave me a hug before scurrying off to her own room. I went to the bathroom to take my own shower before driving off to the hotel. While in the shower I thought back to that weird incident of that girl dropping off that tablet. The more I tried to remember though it seemed to escape my memory. I had tried booting up the thing again the other day and it refused to work. Reading "Custom Specialty Products is processing request #1." Stepping out of the shower I thought about Ruth again. I wish a day would come soon where I didn't think of the pain or bitter sweet memories of our marriage. Alas, not today, off to work.

Arriving at the Perfect Hotel it was a massive establishment. Who knows how many floors, casino, pool, gym, restaurant. While the name is a bit dumb, they were not lying when going for the "Perfect Hotel." I went to my desk and checked on the reservations. Some upcoming wrestling event was around the corner so we had a good deal of them. Guess a lot of fans and wrestlers were coming in so they needed a lot of rooms. The place was not completely full obviously, but enough to warrant my attention so nothing went wrong. Settling in their was a knock on my door. Mandi peeked her head in. "Hiya boss!" Mandi was actually my equal who hired me, but she insisted on calling me "boss" for some reason she refused to elaborate. Mandi was the definition of a short stack. 5 foot barley anything, but an ass that seemed to miss the "no more growth" memo from the rest of her body. She jumped into the office with a huge grin on her face "So! the owner of is here in her top floor suite. She wants you to be there in about fifteen minutes. It's the west wing top room number 1, it's the only door, and here is the key" she reached out with the real key, unlike a key card as every other room in the hotel had. I replied "Her suite? Does she not have an office?" "Silly Dave, of course she does! It's in her suite. Now finish what you're doing and get up there, she is expecting you so just knock and unlock the door. I can handle anything while you are gone." Mandi turned around and nearly skipped out of my small office. "Can I at least know her name now!" Mandi was gone before I could get an answer. I sat there for a moment. Not sure what to do.

After finishing up some work I headed to the elevator. I had seen some of our high end suites, but never the top floor ones. They were massively expensive and who knows how often they would have been used. I guess one was used as a home by this mysterious boss. I really didn't know what to expect. I was thought this would be a quick chat, maybe even grab a coffee somewhere else. Now I was visiting the owner of this place in what may have been her home. No description, no name, no nothing. I sighed as the elevator went up. The music was not helping sooth any nerve I had. I looked down at the key as the door stopped and I stepped out. It was a small green hallway with one door on the other side. Their was a painting of the city on one of the walls. I went to the door and knocked. "Come in" was all I heard, before unlocking the door and entering the room. It was a beautiful space. Large kitchen, living room, shoot off into multiple bedrooms, the window looking over the city. Yet my eyes were drawn to a beautiful woman in front of me. She was a goddess in a suite. Olive skin, medium black hair, muscular, perfect breasts and ass. All of this seemed familiar yet I could not place why. "Come in come in, so good to put a face to your name Dave. let's head into my office space, we have so much to discuss." She turned around before I could so much as reply and made her way to the office. I followed trying my hardest not to stare at her backside while we went. "Now" She said sitting down in a large black office chair. "It is wonderful to finally meet. Mandi and the others have told me so much about you. I am sorry for my absence dear. You can call me Penelope." I shook my head from a bit of a fog "Yes, it is great to get and name and face to this mysterious owner. I am so thankful to work here, the month I ha" She waved her hand before I could continue.

"Let's leave work to the side for now, would you like some tea? I just remembered I had a pot brewing, if you will excuse me." She left as abruptly as we entered. I was at a bit loss for words, so I tried to think of why this woman was so familiar. Wait, was she similar to that tablet I filled out last week? That couldn't be it, I tried to recall what I put down yet it still was like my brain was refusing. Penelope returned and handed me a mug of tea. "Oh you are simply going to love this, please take a sip." I smelled the drink, it was of lavender, honey, and something I couldn't pin down. I took a sip and instantly felt a wave of relaxation wash over me. Penelope was looking at me excited to see how I liked it. After taking a second sip I replied "It's good, very good, must be a herbal tea. Very relaxing." She smiled "Yes, it is very relaxing. Now tell me about yourself. How did you land here at the Perfect Hotel?" I went on and told her everything while drinking the tea. I couldn't stop and more often then not was staring straight at her cleavage. I told her of Ruth, Jeff, the divorce, my angel Kara, finding this job. Eventually I finished the tale. I was running on auto pilot for most of it, the tea was just so good and relaxing. Penelope turned her computer monitor to face me. "You are doing so well Dave, now I am going to play a nice video while rubbing your shoulders and giving some important instructions. Don't worry that handsome little head of yours, Custom Specialty Products has a 100% satisfaction guarantee. This is just to help the process. Oh I wish I could jump you right now after ogling my breasts for so long, but that will have to wait till our wedding night. Though I think you wont mind the wait dear." The video began and it was a beautiful spiral going round and round. Black, white, green, red, blue, pink all ebbed and flowed. Penelope sauntered over, placing her hands on my shoulders and began to whisper right into my ear.

"I am a good boy"

"I love Penelope"

"I need Penelope"

"I will listen to Penelope"

"I love my daughter Kara"

"I need my daughter Kara"

"I need Ruth back"

"I will have Ruth back"

"I need **** on Jeff"

"I will get **** on Jeff"

"I am King, in need of his harem"

"I will have my harem"