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As a reward for saving his daughter, the businessman made the cleaning lady the manager of the hotel. But when he came to check in a few weeks later, he froze.
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"Hope, put the statue back where it belongs," Joseph said without looking at his daughter. "And sit down and draw or play on the computer. You're distracting me."
"But," Hope began to sniff loudly and resentfully, "you said you'd let me stay at your work today, and now you won't let me touch anything."
"Hope, this is mommy's reward!"
"Really? What for? Dad, you always promise to tell me about her, but you always forget."
The small, blond girl reluctantly put the statue back in its place and returned to the table. Her blue eyes sparkled like stars in the sky, and the smile playing on her lips gave her face an innocent yet mischievous look.
Her wavy hair, like golden threads, framed her face, giving it a special softness and charm. Hope was like a delicate, beautiful flower in the field.
Joseph Witt, the owner of the hotel, had been angry since morning. The nanny had broken her arm and was now on sick leave, and Joseph categorically disliked the replacements offered by the agency.
He didn't have time to babysit his daughter either. He had a contract signing and a business trip to Milan coming up. Usually, he could send Hope to stay with his mother, but he had sent her to a sanatorium. What terrible timing.
"Mr.Witt," the secretary knocked on the door. "Mr.Hale is here to see you."
Mr.Hale, Joseph's deputy, entered the office. He was a seventy-year-old man with graying brown hair. Small and energetic, he resembled a gentleman beetle from the Thumbelina.
Mr.Hale's face was furrowed with deep wrinkles, which conventionally testified to wisdom and life experience. But Mr.Hale himself said his wrinkles came not from wisdom and experience, but from a cheerful disposition.
"If you don't have wrinkles, it means you've laughed too little," he used to say.
"Hello, Joseph. I need to discuss some issues with you."
From Mr.Hale's tone alone, Joseph realized that all his plans were unraveling at breakneck speed.
He groaned softly through his teeth, "What happened?"
The man gave Hope a meaningful look. Mr.Hale tried not to discuss business in front of little Hope.
Joseph nodded and called the secretary over the intercom, "Adalia, I need you for a personal matter. Please take Hope to the kitchen and make sure she eats. Take about forty minutes if you can."
"Sure, Mr.Witt," replied the secretary.
"Hope, go with Adalia and have lunch. If you'd like, you can also go to the playground."
"Dad, I don't want to eat!" Hope tried to be naughty, but seeing the look on her father's face, she didn't argue.
Adalia Schwartz was a slender, elegant fifty-year-old woman with short blonde hair. She wore stylish pantsuits, regularly went to the gym, and smoked exactly three cigarettes a day.
She didn't allow herself anymore. Her face always looked fresh and well-groomed, with no visible signs of fatigue, stress, or impending old age. She looked at everyone sternly, like a teacher during an exam, and almost never smiled.
Before Adalia appeared, Joseph had gone through several secretaries. He hadn't been able to get along with any of them. All the secretaries had stared at him with languid, devoted eyes, worn short skirts, and tried every possible way to get him into bed.
They didn't know which side of the computer to turn on, and the words "document management" horrified them to no end.
When Adalia Schwartz appeared, Joseph hired her with some apprehension, not really hoping for much. But he was wrong.
Little Hope was afraid of her and called her the Snow Queen. The nickname stuck, and soon the entire hotel staff began to call her that as well.
When the door closed behind the girl and the woman, Joseph sighed and turned to Mr.Hale with a look of impending doom, "Well, spill it, don't drag it out."
"Our hotel manager quit his job."
"Quit his job? How?" Joseph didn't understand.
"Just like that. Yesterday everything was normal, and today he handed in his resignation. I tried to persuade him, but he decided to quit anyway."
"Did you offer him a raise?"