The Maintenance Shortcut
I pulled Martin aside, curious about how the facilities were usually maintained. With a weary sigh, he explained that many upkeep routines were skipped because of budget cuts. “It’s tough,” he admitted, “but we do our best with what we’ve got.” His honesty added another piece to the growing puzzle—a management style focused on saving money at the expense of quality and care. Each detail I gathered only fueled the anticipation of the moment when I would finally reveal who I truly was.
The Maintenance Shortcut
Whispers of Discomfort
Lounging by the pool, I overheard guests whispering about Lisa, their uneasy glances betraying anything but relaxation. “She’s more like a drill sergeant than a manager,” one woman murmured to her friend with a quiet laugh. Their comments revealed the same tension I’d been observing all along—an undercurrent of anxiety where there should have been comfort. Guests were meant to feel indulged and carefree, not scrutinized under a watchful eye.
Whispers Of Discomfort
