The Midnight Bellhop

Looking at the calico cat that had been rubbing against my leg since I arrived for the interview, and the walls covered in photos of cats and dogs, I nodded. Must be a pet-friendly hotel.

My first shift was the night shift. Before the manager left, he kept looking at me like he wanted to say something, but couldn't. I just patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

At eleven o'clock, the revolving doors started to turn.