Morning calls to spread the word, and getting to work

“Hi Robbie,” Ami answered my call.

“Oh my God, Cutie,” I groaned as I was driving. “It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“It’s good to hear yours too,” Ami said, and I could hear her smile through her Midwest Minnesotan accent. Even now after knowing her for the better part of two weeks, and having spent plenty of time with her including on dates and naked, her accent and her Chinese ancestry were a weird clash in my mind. Cute, and fun, but still a clash. “I thought we were supposed to be going on a communication pause, though?”

“Not a pause,” I explained - the others had gotten their updates more fully the night before. “Just moving to way-low. Good morning and good night emojis only to make sure we know we’re good and safe and thinking of each other. Unless it’s an emergency, then please call. But I just wanted to hear your voice since we haven’t talked much.”

“Aww, Tiger,” Ami said softly. “Thank you.”

We caught up quickly - Ami lived at home with her elderly parents, but they were out at a community event for the morning which was why she wasn’t worried about being overheard and then put through an interrogation. Her parents were doing well, all things considered. No emergencies or big changes during her trip, no messes to clean up or anything. She’d started working on her editing late last night and was happy with the work she’d put in on the trip.

“I’m gonna be honest, Robbie,” she said. “Reading in bed last night, I couldn’t help but think about reading with you. That was so nice.”

“I know,” I grinned and sighed. “Just being able to relax, and be with you in the quiet.”

“And my titties being out,” she chuckled.

“Yes, and your big anime titties being out,” I laughed and agreed. I never would have said something like that if she hadn’t been the one to coin the term first about her large, enhanced breasts.

“So just emojis from here to Monday?” she asked me.

“I’ll also take a book suggestion,” I said. “I could use something new.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

“Mmm,” I thought, making the turn into the Vasoseh parking lot. “Something fun, I think. Fantasy.”

“OK, I’ll take a look through my bookshelf and see what I come up with,” she promised.

“Ami,” I said. “I’m still falling for you.”

“I’m still falling for you too, Tiger,” she said. “And… I miss you. Which seems weird because- Yeah.”

“I know, Cutie,” I said. “It’s all so new, but strong.”

“It is nice being in the group chats,” Ami said. “I’ve never been as social as this in my life.”

“Don’t get burned out,” I grinned. “Alright. I’m at work.”

“Have a good day, and a good weekend,” she said.

“You too, Ami.”

We hung up, and after taking a moment to just appreciate how sweet she was, I pivoted to the other texts I had to make. Terra, Zenya - who already had the dirty pictures from last night - and Leia all got emojis sent to them. Terra got an Elf emoji and kissy lips. Zenya got a blushing emoji, since I didn’t have a freckles one, and the heart eyes smiley face. And Leia got a Sun and a heart.

Becca was last and I broke the communication rule pretty much as soon as it was starting. I called her.

“Morning, Tiger,” Becca answered on the third ring.

“Morning, Sugar,” I said. “How was last night?”

“Rough. Wanda is switching back and forth between pissed and upset, both of which make sense. She didn’t argue when I said we both thought it was best if she stayed with me for the night. We ended up watching a movie and crashed on the couch cuddled up, which was nice. I got some breakfast in her and she wanted to head back to her place alone, but promised if he doesn’t show up today she’ll come and stay here again tonight. And we’ll be doing check-ins throughout the day.”

“OK,” I sighed. “Thank you, Becca.”

“Hush,” she said. “Remember Wanda was my friend before she was your… well, yours.”

That made me smile a little. “I know, but still. Thanks for being you.”

I could feel her rolling her eyes over the call. “How was Goodbye Sex?”

“Just as good as with you, Sugar,” I said. “Bittersweet.”

“Those pictures were pretty hot,” she said, confirming for me that Cass had sent them to her as well as Zenya.

“Well, we haven’t even started going through the massage shoots,” I chuckled. “I seem to remember there might be some equally naughty pictures of you and me in there.”

“Oh, God, I forgot about that,” she chuckled. “I’m gonna need all of those, too.”

“Noted,” I laughed, then sighed. “How are you doing?”

“I’m wondering why my boyfriend is procrastinating getting off the phone when he’s supposed to be in Man Mode or whatever,” Becca chided me lightly. “I love you, Robbie, but you can be pretty stubborn when it comes to following basic directions.”

“OK, fair,” I said. “I give in. Keep me updated with texts about Wanda though, please.”

“I will,” she promised.

“And call me if there’s an emergency.”

“I will, darling,” she said.

“I love you too, Sugar,” I smiled sadly. “It’s gonna be hard not to call you.”

“Yeah, well, sames, Tiger,” she sighed. “Now get to work. Your work-wife is probably waiting for you already.”

“She’s not my-”

“Bye, Tiger,” Becca said, then hung up.

“-work wife,” I finished, then sighed.

Dayana wasn’t my ‘work wife.’ She was my valued, skilled colleague and my friend.

Shaking my head, I got out of my truck and headed for work, pausing just outside the door to text Cass and Cattie a couple of hearts each before pocketing my phone and heading in.

I made it as far as the lobby, not even to the back areas let alone my desk.

“Hey, Robbie,” Ash called, walking quickly over to me from the front desk. He was grimacing slightly and holding some papers, thrusting them towards me. “You gotta get a load of this.”

Frowning, I accepted the papers. “Morning, Ash,” I said before looking at them.

“Oh, right,” he sighed. “Sorry, I had to cover an overnight, I’ve been here since six last night.”

“Damn,” I frowned, not thrilled to know our head concierge was needing to cover shifts. Usually we were pretty well covered for that sort of thing. It was his department though, and only really touched mine when there were event guests needing information.

“That,” he said, gesturing to the papers in my hand. “Came in yesterday evening. The VIP coming in? Yeah, she’s bringing an entourage.”

“OK?” I asked. “That’s pretty normal. And isn’t she going into a suite anyways?”

“Yes, but look at the demands her assistant sent ahead,” Ash said.

Frowning, I started reading the printed off email. The first few items were a little silly - double the number of freshly cleaned towels as normal, ice waiting when they arrived. Others were a little elaborate - fresh bouquets of roses adorning each room in the suite, and the hall outside, and a standing order of four tickets to all shows in the hotel for the foreseeable future.

A few at the end were downright ridiculous.

“She wants five bottles of the Dom chilled and in her room for arrival?” I asked.

“Clearly,” Ash said, pointing at the email again. The assistant had put the number and spelled it out just in case.

“That’s…”

“Fifty thousand,” Ash said. “Fifty thousand dollars in champagne.”

“Jesus,” I said, shaking my head. The other two ending points weren’t much better. A private tour of the Las Vegas Strip wasn’t too bad, but doing it in golf carts with security provided wasn’t something we generally organised. Neither was an on-call shirtless male model Suite butler. I looked back up at Ash again. “So… what are you going to do?”

“I need you to tell Jonas about the tickets and make him do it,” Ash grimaced. “And I have to try to get the rest of this done. I called up the chain, and Rashid himself told me to get this lady whatever she asks for.”

“Fuck,” I said. And Ash just nodded. This lady was going to be trouble.

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