Without explanation, my leave was canceled. It was my first-ever request since joining the hotel, yet it was denied without reason. I was livid. My plans crumbled before my eyes, but there was no one to fight for me, no justice to be found. I swallowed my anger, wiped my tears, and dragged myself back to work. By the 23rd of December, the managers and their assistants had all conveniently taken time off, with instructions that I must ensure the smooth running of the entire food and beverage section. That meant longer hours because of the peak season, more pressure, and the annoying responsibility of ensuring that the Rich Big Babies (RBBs)—my not-so-secret nickname for the elite customers who were a pain in all the wrong places—were well taken care of. I was irritable, overworked, and barely holding my temper together when the worst of them all strolled in — Seun. I had a special kind of contempt reserved for him. While I secretly resented most of the bourgeoisie, my disgust for Seun w...