Her frail appearance made my breath catch.
In a trembling voice, she said, “You ungrateful brat, all you ever do is bury yourself in work. Have you forgotten. about your mother?”
A wave of guilt washed over me.
Lately, she’d been convinced I was lying about having a job. When my explanations didn’t work, I gave up and avoided talking to her altogether.
How could I say that her illness had nothing to do with me
Right then and there, I made a decision and requested time off from my boss.
Although he wasn’t thrilled about it, he reluctantly agreed.
Which led to this conversation:
“Mom, I work at a haunted hotel. The benefits are amazing. They’ve got cockroaches with thirty eyes, dogs with eight heads, and all sorts of bizarre game bosses…”
“Are you messing with me? What kind of nonsense is that? There’s no such place in the world!”
“It’s true,” I insisted. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll bring the employment contract tomorrow. For now, just rest and get ready for your surgery tomorrow.”
“Blah, blah, blah…” she started.
I ignored her barrage of complaints, dodged her verbal “magic attacks,” and quickly peeled an apple to shove into her mouth.
Even while sick, my mother’s energy was boundless when it came to scolding her daughter.
However, what I didn’t know was that on the other side of the world, back at the haunted hotel…
The bell in Room 1 rang incessantly.
The hotel boss, who was temporarily filling in as the “receptionist,” shuddered as he opened the door.
Suddenly, a face appeared right in front of him.
It was Ruby, her expression fierce as she demanded, “Why is it you again? Where’s my Miss?”
The hotel boss, nearly having a heart attack, forced a shaky smile. “Am I… not good
The lump on Ruby’s back twisted around, slithering onto his shoulder and opening its mouth wide.
“What do you think?”
