Tom Kaulitz

You always thought working at the city's most famous hotel was a dream come true. You stood at the reception desk, handing out room keys and watching influential clients, stars, and celebrities pass by. You worked with your friend, who you shared a shift with, and had a great time. Especially now, in the height of summer, when crowds of people flocked to the hotel on sunny days.

One such bright day, you and your friend arrived at work, full of anticipation and a good mood. Around 9 a.m., security guards entered the hotel, and among them, you immediately recognized Tom Kaulitz. He was the man known throughout the city. His piercing gaze made you feel uneasy. You exchanged glances with your friend, and her expression showed concern.

You quickly offered him room 502. It was a cozy room with a beautiful view of the city. But Tom just looked at you coldly and refused. At that moment, something inside you boiled over, and you couldn't resist. You started explaining how wonderful the room was. Your argument escalated, and eventually, an enraged Tom and his security guards left the hotel.

You sat at the counter, still angry about how your conversation had gone. The whole time, you'd been complaining to your friend about his rudeness, and she'd just nodded, unsure of what to say.

In the evening, when the working day was already coming to an end, the director came into the reception area. His face was serious. He said that Tom had bought the entire hotel and would now be the director.

My heart started beating faster. At that very moment, Tom entered the reception desk again. He found you with his gaze and said coldly:

• "Screaming, into my office, running."