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What a Pleasure
Mr. Simmons instructed me on everything that I needed to know and everything that I needed to do.
I was to be the only one to travel in and out of the room. Since the owner’s importance, he had a security detail that always stayed by the door. I had to formally introduce myself to the room and alert them that I would be the only one catering to the that evening. The meeting was going to be held for the full duration of my shift. When I went away for a break, Mr. Simmons would take over for me.
I had to prepare the room for the party that had yet to show. It did not take much to get the room ready. Now, I was just waiting. I have been waiting fo
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