“Oh, bummer. Well, enjoy the complimentary soup and feel better soon.”
“Yeah, I will, and, you too.” Mickey hung up and walked over to the hot soup tray. It looked like a great soup and smelled divine. She pulled the tray up to a chair and sat down, lifting the spoon and devouring the soup quickly. Indeed, it was a savory, hearty soup, and she ate every bite. Exhaustion hit her instantly, and the comfort food sent her right back to bed. Within moments, Mickey was dozing away just like Sarai had told her to.
After three hours, Mickey lifted her head lazily from her pillow. She’d heard someone knocking, but the last thing she wanted to do was get up. Choosing to ignore it, she pulled the pillow over her head and tightly closed her eyes.
“Who is it?”She pulled the pillow from her head and squinted slightly.
“I’m a doctor. I was sent to check up on you,” a voice called to her.
“A doctor?” she asked hesitantly and got up to open the door. “Who sent you? David?”
“The owner of the hotel sent me. He said you needed to be well for the wedding they’re having here soon,” he insisted. Mickey didn’t know what to think as she rubbed her eyes.
“Why does he care so much?”she unintentionally blurted.
“I didn’t ask. I’m just here to take a look at you. Will you allow it? I can have you feeling better in no time,” the doctor said.
“I don’t think I need anything but more sleep.”
“Okay, well, let me have a look at you, and then I can give you something for just that. Will that suffice?”
“I suppose.”
The doctor approached her and flicked on the lights. Mickey squinted as he began his exam; the sooner she could go back to sleep, the better things would all be, but that still didn’t explain why the boss of the hotel seemed to be so concerned with her health and welfare. She was curious, and she decided she would search around on the internet once her headache went away. She took the medicine offered by the doctor and slept for few hours.
When she woke up, her headache was gone, so she made herself a cup of coffee and sat on the chair to check the first day’s progress report. After a couple of hours’ work, she had dinner. Already exhausted again, she slipped back into bed.
The next morning, Mickey was feeling better the moment she opened her eyes. The next thing she needed was a long hot shower. And she immediately moved to do just that. Feeling revived and refreshed, she walked across the hotel room with her robe wrapped tightly around her.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The hotel phone was ringing, and she raised a brow as she approached it.
“Yes? Hello?”
“Ma’am, your breakfast is ready, should we send it up to you?”
“I think there has been some misunderstanding here; I haven’t ordered anything.”
“No, the owner of the hotel ordered for you.”
“The boss again? Um, okay. Yeah, send it up.” There was a broad smile on her face. Everyone enjoyed being taken care of by someone. She was an orphan, and there hadn’t been anyone to take care of her in a long time.
She was quite impressed. Curiosity about this owner was now gnawing at her, and she determined that after she finished her breakfast, she would definitely go today and do some research on the mysterious boss.
How did he even know I was here? Maybe he found out at a meeting. What if he’s an older man?she thought.
While eating, Mickey switched on the TV and flicked it to a movie. There was something about the background noise of a movie that helped her fall back to sleep, and when she finally cracked her eyes back open, it was well past noon. The bonus, though, was that she was already feeling better, so she thought she’d go check on the progress her team was making.She’d been absent long enough. Now, she came to stand before the conference room and peeked her head inside.
“Hey.”
“Mickey!” David exclaimed happily.
“Hey David,” she said as she stepped inside and shut the door. He walked toward her and smiled gently.
“You feeling better?”
“Yeah, I’m feeling much better. How are things coming along?”
