ROYAL WALLS

Sohfi's alarm rudely disrupted her slumber at the ungodly hour of 4:30 in the morning. Still half-asleep, she managed to silence the intrusive noise without even opening her eyes, her body acting on pure muscle memory. With the alarm successfully silenced, she nestled back into her cozy cocoon of blankets, surrendering once more to the beckoning call of sleep. The persistent sound of the alarm pierced through Sohfi's sleepy haze once more, indicating that it was already 5:00 in the morning. This time, as she reluctantly opened her eyes and glanced at the clock, a surge of determination overcame her usual morning lethargy. With a decisive motion, she swung her legs out of bed and stood up, refusing to succumb to the temptation of laziness that often lingered in the early hours. Frustration and self-directed anger surged through Sohfi as she berated herself for her recurring tardiness. Hastily, she began to pack her carry bag, tossing in her essential items with a mix of irritation and determination. Among her belongings, she grabbed a pair of jeans, a comfortable t-shirt, and her wallet, ensuring she had the basics covered for the day ahead. Each item placed in the bag served as a reminder of her resolve to overcome her habitual lateness and avoid another scolding from her manager. Sohfi opens the small window in her room, allowing a fresh breeze to filter in, and then swiftly descends the bamboo stairs leading to the rear of her house. Without delay, she hops onto her bicycle and sets off towards her workplace, pedaling with determination through the serene surroundings of her cold yet captivating hometown. As Sohfi emerged from the room, the desolate scene behind her resembled more of a disorganized junkyard than a habitable space. Towering boxes of liquor dominated the room, their contents left undisturbed for who knows how long, accumulating layers of dust over time. Amidst the clutter, Sohfi's bed stood as a lone island of cleanliness amidst the chaos. With no bed frame in sight, it consisted only of a mattress, pillows, and a blanket, meticulously arranged by Sohfi immediately upon rising. Despite the disorder surrounding her, she ensured that her own space remained tidy and inviting, a small oasis of comfort amidst the wreckage. Sohfi's house is situated in a region of the country known for its chilly climate rather than its warmth. People regard this area as the most picturesque city in the country due to its status as a hill station and its prominence as a popular tourist destination. In this locale, the valleys, the expansive sky, and the stars at night all blend seamlessly, creating a sense of uniformity and harmony. It evokes a sense of tranquility and vastness, suggesting a landscape where nature's elements blend seamlessly together. As a result of the influx of tourists, there has been significant development in the hospitality industry. As the chilly wind swept through the streets, Sohfi shivered, realizing she had forgotten her scarf. Despite the season being summer, this was a common occurrence in her city, where cool breezes often greeted the early mornings and evenings. Caught off guard, Sohfi felt the chill seep into her bones, and soon enough, she felt the telltale signs of a cold coming on, her nose starting to run. Taking a moment to admire the picturesque view of the surrounding valleys, Sohfi halted her bicycle in front of a grand hotel. With a sense of urgency, she parked her bicycle in the designated lot and hurriedly made her way to the staff room using the elevator. This elevator, tucked away from the main lobby, was designated for the hotel's workers, providing them with quick access to their workplace each day.

Within the confines of the hotel, the atmosphere shifted from the brisk chill of the outdoors to the warm and welcoming ambiance of the interior. Sohfi's footsteps echoed softly as she navigated the familiar corridors, her mind focused on seeking relief from her impending cold. As Sohfi swung open the door to the staff room, her eyes fell upon a figure holding a bouquet. Instantly recognizing the stature, she knew it was her dear friend Coral. Despite the surprise, Sohfi brushed off her initial startle, her heart warming at the sight of her friend's thoughtful gesture. With a smile, she greeted Coral before swiftly moving to her locker to retrieve her uniform. In the familiarity of the staff room, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of her colleagues, Sohfi felt a sense of comfort settle over her. The presence of her friend served as a welcome distraction from the onset of her cold, lifting her spirits despite the discomfort.

After retrieving her uniform, Sohfi made her way to the staff bathroom, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of the day ahead. As she washed her face and prepared herself for the shift ahead, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Coral's presence and the warmth of friendship amidst the routine of her daily life.

When Coral placed the bouquet in front of her, she noticed Sohfi heading to the bathroom without uttering a word. This action left Coral feeling a surge of frustration, prompting her to stride outside the bathroom and express her feelings. "You know, I don't expect much from you, but a simple 'thank you' wouldn't hurt," Coral remarked tersely.

As Sohfi continued with her shower, she responded swiftly to Coral's remark. "But thank you for welcoming me. I don't recall anything special happening today," she called out from behind the closed bathroom door. Despite the sound of running water, her gratitude was unmistakable, tinged with a hint of confusion at Coral's unexpected frustration.

Sohfi's voice carried through the steam-filled bathroom as she continued her shower. "And you know, I'm late again today. If the manager catches sight of me, he'll scold me again," she admitted with a hint of resignation. "Once I'm ready, though, I'll be there to support you in your drama," Sohfi added, her tone reflecting a mix of determination and a readiness to assist her friend despite her challenges.

Upon hearing Sohfi’s words, anger surged within her. "Today is the 7th of May, it's your birthday," Coral stated sharply. Sophie's shower came to an abrupt halt as she stood frozen, the realization hitting her like a wave. She had forgotten her birthday, a fact that suddenly weighed heavily on her. How could she have overlooked something so significant, so personal? The sting of her forgetfulness cut deep as she grappled with the realization that she hadn't even remembered her special day.

Feeling a rush of embarrassment and gratitude, Sohfi emerged from the bathroom and immediately embraced Coral. "You remembered. I love you, my friend," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. In that moment, Sohfi's embarrassment melted away, replaced by a profound sense of appreciation for Coral's thoughtfulness. It was a reminder that even in her forgetfulness, she had someone by her side who cared deeply for her, someone who respected her emotions and made her feel valued.

Coral returned Sohfi's hug with a warm smile and replied softly, "Always." It was a reassurance that brought comfort to Sohfi's heart, knowing that she had a friend by her side through thick and thin.

As Sohfi dried her hair, a prickling sensation crept up her spine, causing her to glance around the room. Her eyes settled on Coral, who seemed lost in thought. Feeling a sudden need to break the silence, Sohfi spoke up, her voice slightly tense. "I didn't shower last night, and it's getting late in the morning, so I had to bathe here," she explained, her words rushed and slightly defensive.

No that's not it. I have a girl crush for the first time. I have never seen such a beautiful beauty in my life. As Sophie emerged from the bathroom, clad only in a towel, Coral couldn't help but admire her friend's physique. The towel hugged Sophie's curves, accentuating her well-toned body in a way that left Coral momentarily speechless. In that moment, Coral couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy, wishing she could possess even a fraction of Sophie's beauty and grace. As Sophie processed Coral's unexpected confession, her surprise turned to amusement tinged with a hint of disbelief. "Coral, you're crazy," she exclaimed, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Let me get ready," Sophie continued, shaking her head in amusement at her friend's candid admission.

"Why do you always conceal your curves with loose clothing and hide your cute, round face with those large glasses? You're an absolute stunner; why do you present yourself as an older woman? You're only 23." "Sophie responded with a simple smile."

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. "Yes, who is it?" Sophie asked. "It's me, Megha," Megha replied. "Yes, Megha?" Coral inquired.

"In 5 minutes, the manager has called all the staff down for a meeting. The owner will also be present. Please inform any other staff you encounter," Megha requested, emphasizing the importance of responsibility.

"Are the announcement speakers not working?" Coral asked with concern. "Yes, some are not. Please act quickly," Megha replied.

"Alright, don't worry. I'll make sure to be there," Coral reassured. Coral sighed while looking at Sophie. "Be quick and let me help with your hair." "Please," Sophie replied with tension.

"Today is your birthday, I'd like you to keep your hair down or style it in some way. Avoid braids and skip the glasses for today," Coral requested, her tone warm and sincere. I juggle three jobs and college, Coral, so managing long hair is a bit much. And about the glasses, they're the last symbol of my father. Wearing them makes me feel like he's always with me," Sophie explained, her voice tinged with emotion. "Hey, my emotional queen, I'm only suggesting this for today," Coral explained gently. "Your dark black hair is stunningly beautiful, Sophie. Both boys and girls won't be able to look away from you. You underestimate your beauty. You don't even need to work three jobs if you don't want to. You could easily find a sugar daddy who would adore having you by his side," Coral remarked as she styled Sophie's hair, her understanding evident in her words.

"What's gotten into you, Coral? You know that true confidence comes from our abilities, not from relying on others. We work hard to earn our money, but our self-respect and the values we uphold will guide us to achieve everything through our efforts," Sophie explained, gently urging Coral to understand the true essence of life. "Your father must have taught you these things. I wish he had instilled them in his daughter as well," Coral taunted Sophie, her words carrying a hint of sarcasm and provocation.

"I never had much time with him," Sophie admitted, her voice tinged with both sadness and a hint of gratitude. Her thoughts drifted back to her past. Sophie was an orphan, taken in by her father at the age of 9. Her circumstances were far from ordinary; she would have been sold to a wealthy individual by her caretaker if her father hadn't intervened. He found her lying on the brink of death after she had jumped out of a moving truck to escape. During that difficult time, she had cut her hair short to avoid appearing attractive, hoping to deter anyone from wanting to buy her.

"He passed away in a road accident just two years after adopting me. Yet, in those brief two years, my father showered me with so much love that it overshadowed my entire past. I began attending the most prestigious school in the city alongside my elder sister, and during that time, I made my father proud. Without him, I can't even begin to imagine where I would be today.

As for Lauren, regardless of what anyone says, she's diligently working to support both me and my mother. It's widely known that she studies tirelessly day and night in preparation for her scholarship exams, to attend the best college for her higher education. She's made me a promise—just three more years, and then she'll secure a position in the city's largest company."

"The best college in the country?" Coral echoed, her expression showing confusion. But wasn't she already studying abroad? Why did she come back in the middle of her studies?" Coral asked, puzzled by the sudden change in plans. "So, she squandered her father's savings like that, and look at you, shouldering the responsibility of your household's daily needs and your foster mother's medical bills," Coral remarked, her tone tinged with a mixture of admiration and reproach. "Sometimes I wonder, Sophie, you're the best, but why do you turn a blind eye when it comes to Lauren? She's constantly deceiving you. Your father saved money for both of your educations, yet she's the only one enjoying that expensive education. You had to leave your school and city, while she gets to stay in the hostel. Mrs. Rebecca brought you here, only to end up in a government school herself and struggling with depression. It's heartbreaking to see what you've sacrificed while she takes advantage of your kindness. You deserve better, Sophie," Coral thought to herself, feeling a surge of sympathy for Sophie and a sense of injustice at the unfairness of it all.

"Coral, let's go, we're running late," Sophie interjected, wanting to put an end to the conversation.

"I understand, Coral, but I'm content with what I have. I'm grateful to have someone I can call both mother and sister. I don't need money; I can take care of myself," Sophie reflected silently within herself.

They both hurried towards the meeting hall, leaving behind their thoughts and concerns for the moment as they focused on the task at hand.

A large group of approximately 300 staff members and other employees gathered in the grand hall of the hotel. All the staff members wore identical uniforms, giving the impression of a school assembly due to the uniformity and organization of the gathering.

All the staff members were eagerly anticipating the arrival of the hotel owners, engaging in discussion about the purpose of their gathering. Speculation and curiosity filled the air as they wondered why they were summoned in this manner. Their anticipation was palpable, and the buzz of conversation echoed throughout the hall as they waited for further announcements from the owners. When Mr. Gabriel Fortier, the owner of Fortier Group of Hotels, is expected to arrive, the entire staff stands in their respective places to greet and serve him. Despite being around 70 years old, Mr. Fortis maintains a lively and interesting personality. It has been a year since Mr. Fortier announced his decision to pass on his leadership role to his grandson. As a result, any significant decisions within the company are now made by his grandson. This transition marks a new phase for the Fortier Group of Hotels, with a younger generation taking on more prominent roles in the management and decision-making processes.

(Speech starts by Mr. Gabriel Fortier)

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Good Morning!

It fills me with immense pride to stand before you, surrounded by individuals whose hard work and dedication have propelled us toward greatness.

As many of you may be aware, my vision for our hotels transcends borders. I dream of seeing Fortis Hotels not just leading the hospitality industry in our country, but standing tall as a beacon of excellence on the global stage. And I firmly believe that each one of you plays an integral role in realizing this dream.

You must have felt a swell of pride hearing about our discussions in the news. The recognition we're receiving is a testament to your relentless efforts and unwavering commitment to excellence. It's moments like these that reaffirm our collective strength and the impact we can make together.

In celebration of our 50th anniversary, we have a special surprise planned for you. Tomorrow, we invite you to a joyous gathering, not as staff, but as cherished guests. This party is our humble way of expressing gratitude for your tireless dedication and contribution to Fortis Hotels.

So, let's come together tomorrow to revel in the achievements of the past fifty years, to bask in the camaraderie of our team, and to look forward to the bright future that awaits us. Your hard work has brought us this far, and together, there's no limit to what we can achieve.

Thank you all for your unwavering commitment and dedication. I look forward to celebrating with every one of you tomorrow.

(Upon hearing this announcement, the entire staff erupted with joy, their faces lighting up with enthusiasm. The room buzzed with excitement as each member embraced the news. Their collective energy filled the air, a testament to the passion and dedication that define our team at Fortis Hotels. It was a moment of pure celebration for everybody.

"Ladies and gentlemen,

Orion will do the rest. Your permission and support are crucial to me.

As Mr. Orion Gabriel Fortier graced the hall with his presence, a profound silence fell over the room. He wasn't just a captivating figure; he was the sole grandson of Mr. Gabriel Fortier, the esteemed founder of the Fortier Group of Hotels and Industries. As the sole heir to this esteemed lineage, Mr. Orion bore the weight of not only his family name but also the responsibility of guiding the Fortier legacy into the future.

With each step he took, it was evident that Mr. Orion exuded an air of sophistication, intelligence, and charisma. His arrival commanded attention, not just due to his striking appearance and magnetic charm, but also because of the immense significance of his role as the heir to a vast empire.

As the female staff gazed upon him with admiration and the male attendees couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy, all present acknowledged the gravity of Mr. Orion's presence. He represented more than just a heartthrob; he symbolized the future of the Fortier Group, poised to lead it into a new era of prosperity and innovation.

With Mr. Orion's arrival, the atmosphere in the hall became charged with anticipation, as everyone recognized that they were in the company of greatness. As he took his place among the attendees, it was clear that the legacy of the Fortier Group was secure in his capable hands, promising a bright and prosperous future ahead.

Good morning, everyone.

I hope you're all having a great start to your day. I wanted to share some exciting news with you all, and it's something that's got us buzzing here at Fortier Group of Hotels.

You see, the Gray family, also known as the royal family of our country, is undoubtedly one of the most powerful and influential names around. Led by Mr. John Gray, the owner and head of The Gray Industries, they hold immense wealth and influence, not just within our country but across the globe.

Their impact extends beyond economics, as they are deeply involved in shaping political decisions within our nation. Our country has gained worldwide recognition primarily because of the prominence of the Gray family. So much so that the city where they reside has been renamed Royal Walls in their honor.

The Grays are a force to be reckoned with, and their influence is felt in every aspect of our society. Even the city itself exudes an air of royalty, with only the wealthiest able to afford its lavish lifestyle.

Now, imagine our delight when we received an invitation from the Gray family to host our hotel's anniversary party at their palace. It's an incredible opportunity for us, one that we're truly honored to accept. Being associated with the Gray family is not just prestigious; it's a testament to the excellence and caliber of the Fortier Group of Hotels.

So, as we prepare for this momentous occasion, let's embrace it with gratitude and excitement. This partnership with the Gray family represents a significant milestone for us, and I do not doubt that it will pave the way for even greater success in the future.

Here's to seizing this extraordinary opportunity and making our mark alongside the esteemed Gray family.