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Stranded at the Pine Ridge Motel

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The rain pounded against the windshield as I squinted through the darkness. My wipers fought a losing battle against the downpour.

My phone’s GPS kept cutting out. The blue line disappeared and reappeared as we drove through patches of service.

In the passenger seat, my boss Catherine Winters was on her third attempt to call the hotel. “Still nothing,” she sighed, dropping her phone into her lap.

“This storm must be knocking out cell towers.” I gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to focus on the road ahead.

We were supposed to be back in Chicago by now. The unexpected storm had forced us to pull off the highway.

The small town of Mapleton wasn’t on any of our itineraries. It was becoming our only option as night fell and the weather worsened.

“There should be a motel coming up in about 2 miles,” I said, straining to see through the rain. “We can stop there for the night.”

Catherine nodded, her usual composed demeanor showing cracks of fatigue. We’d been on the road for three days visiting potential clients.

As the newest account manager at Horizon Marketing, I was still trying to prove myself. I especially wanted to prove myself to Catherine.

Her reputation for excellence was legendary within the company. What she didn’t know was that this trip had been a logistical nightmare.

My daughter Emma’s babysitter had cancelled last minute. I was forced to drop her at my sister’s house two hours away.

Being a single dad and trying to climb the corporate ladder was hard. It was like trying to scale a mountain with one hand tied.

The neon vacancy sign of the Pine Ridge Motel glowed dimly through the rain. It was a beacon of hope in the stormy night.

I pulled into the parking lot, relief washing over me at the sight of other cars. At least we weren’t the only ones stranded.

“Wait here,” I told Catherine. “I’ll run in and get us rooms.”

The motel lobby was small but warm with wood paneled walls. The smell of coffee lingered in the air.

The elderly man behind the counter looked up from his crossword puzzle. “Rough night to be traveling,” he commented, setting his pencil down.

“You can say that again,” I replied, running a hand through my wet hair. “I need two rooms for the night, please.”

The man’s expression shifted to one of apology. “I’m afraid I’ve only got one room left, son.”

“This storm’s driven everyone off the highway.” My heart sank at his words.

“Are you sure? We really need two rooms.”

“Positive. Got a convention in town this weekend. Beekeepers from all over the state booked most rooms months ago.”

The storm took care of the rest. He gestured to a board of keys where only one hook still held a key.

“Room 17 is all I’ve got. It’s a double though, two beds.”

I hesitated, imagining Catherine’s reaction. Sharing a room with my boss wasn’t how I’d planned to demonstrate my professionalism.

The lobby door opened and Catherine walked in. Her tailored blazer was darkened with rain at the shoulders.

“Any luck?” she asked, coming to stand beside me.

“They only have one room left,” I explained, bracing for her disappointment.

To my surprise, Catherine merely shrugged. “Only one room left? We’re both adults, right?”

She turned to the clerk. “We’ll take it.”

The man began processing the reservation while I stood there stunned. I was shocked by her casual acceptance of the situation.

“I can sleep in the car,” I offered quietly. Catherine gave me a look like I’d suggested something ridiculous.

“Don’t be absurd, Daniel. It’s two beds in one room, not a scandal.”

“Besides, I’ve seen how you organize spreadsheets. I doubt your sleeping habits could be any more offensive.”