Amanda gets lazy and blows it big-time

Amanda started up the stairs reluctantly, her high heels making the task harder. Her inherent laziness meant her sole form of exercise was dancing, and it didn't stand her in good stead for this task.

One flight of stairs was enough for her and when she saw the door marked 'Main Floor' she decided to push through it and take the elevators.

Unfortunately for her there was a host of hotel employees hovering anxiously around a crowd of reporters, who were in turn waiting on the handsome man at their center that Amanda now knew to be Johnny Russell.

"Ma'am!" a shocked voice exclaimed, making her jump and stumble as a silver-haired man in an impeccable hotel uniform appeared next to her. "We do not allow your sort here in this fine establishment!"

"What? No.... "Amanda whined, as the man pulled her toward the front doors, shielding her from the rest of the room. She craned her head around his shoulder and for just a moment met the widening eyes of Johnny, whose smooth performance stuttered for a few beats.

In the next instant it was shattered entirely.

The ding of the elevator was followed by the loud slurred singing of a man who looked just like Johnny, except of course for the joint hanging from his lips, the pair of underage girls under each arm, and the booze they all held.

Ross Dermot saw the reporters and cried out, "Fella'sh! Yeah - hic - Ya'll met Johnny, uh, Johnny, um. Roach? Russell? Damn, whatshish name, toots?" he asked one young girl.

The hotel manager escorting Amanda to the door shoved her to another employee. "Get her out. And that one too!" he said, pointing at Johnny.

Amanda was hustled out the door by a burly man, joined shortly by a red-faced Johnny who was seething with fury.

"You fucking bitch!" he growled, hands clenching and unclenching like he wanted to wrap them around her throat. "Do you know.... Do you... I give you one fucking lousy little task, tell you one little thing NOT to do, and what do you do?"

"Johnny," Amanda whined. "It wasn't my fault. I..."

"Shut the fuck up, you cunt!" he roared, and grabbed her upper arms, shaking her. "Do you know what you just did? Do you?"

Amanda tried to shake her head, but Johnny didn't seem to notice. His eyes bulged as he hissed out the words, "You've just ruined me! You've just exposed me as a fraud. You've just destroyed Ross Dermot, and now I'll never have another gig again!"

"I... I'm sorry," Amanda stammered, tears coursing down her cheeks.

"Oh you'll be sorry alright. That was the cushiest job I've ever had and ever will. Now I'm going to have to make money some other way. You owe me big," he said, eyes roaming over her like a predator about to feast.