“You’re fired!” Her lips tremble as Jason pulls back a smirk beside her.
My shift ended two hours ago and I’ve been sitting here for half an hour waiting for them to finish their morning meeting so I have to ask the general manager to repeat herself.
“I’m sorry Alfie, but you completely abused your position and used the hotel, its employees, and facilities for your own personal use. I have no other choice but to let you go.”
Jason’s botoxed forehead leans in and adds, “And you’re going to have to turn over all footage shot illegally in the hotel.”
I blink. “The footage may have been shot on hotel property, but the footage itself is not hotel property.”
Courtney’s red nails tap her desk as her red soled shoes drum in unison, “I have also been informed of your blog, Twitter, and YouTube page. I strongly advise you to shut it down immediately.”
“The blog is freedom of speech, all names have been changed for the protection of the hotel, any similarities are left to pure coincidence. The twitter page is a mere promotional tool. And in regards to the YouTube page, I don’t see you suing every rapper, pornographer, and reality show for shooting in the hotel without proper permission. If anything it’s free publicity, not that any emblems or logos are ever revealed.” I pull out a small CP30 figurine out of my pocket place it on the table and slide it over to towards her finger tips, but the Human Resources Manager intercepts it like a bomb.
“What is this a toy?” Jason snickers, with the shiny gold robot imprisoned in his well manicured hands.
I sit back. “Pull the it apart. It’s a just flash drive.”
I lean in and show my teeth, “Don’t worry it’s just a Power Point presentation.”
Courtney takes the flash drive from him and attempts to locate a port. I take her lap top and spin it around towards me, insert CP30 and click on a file: Red Handed. “You can fire me if you want, but I guess I’ll never get the chance to finish shooting your commercial.”
“What commercial?” She retracts her laptop and a video begins to play.