Dean was 18 and an avid watcher of the reality program's, from X-Factor to I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here! Some of the times it would interfere with his work at the local hotel. But the following month that would all change for the better.
Dean had found out a new show was about to start filming near the hotel and involve quite a few B listed celebrities, he thought one of his dreams would come true, watching a show like this being actually filmed. But his boss Mr. Jackson had other ideas and put him to work virtually none stop, from when he walked in through the door till it was time to clock off.
Dean was so shattered from the work, he just didn't have the energy to go and watch the film crew or see who the celebrities were.
The next few days seemed to get easier as his boss was having to bring in more staff due to the hotel starting to be used by the film crews. That was when Dean was walking past Mr. Jackson's office and over heard a conversation he was having with one of the directors.
"So your telling me that Some of your so called celebrities want the best rooms in my hotel?" said his boss who was NOT happy.
"Yes, Mr. Jackson, is that a problem with you? As I've already cleared it with YOUR owners!" snapping back by the director.
"Well don't expect any special treatment from MY staff! If they'd been 'A' listers, and not gone over my head you might of gotten a better response from me! Now get out if my office!"
Dean just stood back and watched as the director walked out with a smug grin on his face. But just as Dean started to walk past Mr. Jackson's office, he heard a voice shout.
"DEAN, GET IN HERE!"
Dean thought to himself 'oh shit!' he'd nearly got away from him, oh so close! Walked back and opened the door to the office.
"Yes Mr. Jackson, can I help you with anything?"
"Did you hear any of that?" his boss asked him with an angry look on his face.
"Sorry Mr. Jackson, hear what?"
"That guy is a director of that bloody show that's filming nearby! They want our best rooms for their so called celeb's!"
Dean had a little be of a smirk on his face by this time, and his boss could see it.
"Seeing as you love these shows so much, I'm making you their personal SLAVE. What ever they want you get for them, and don't bother, coming to bother me about them. Just keep them out of my way at all times! Got it!"
Dean couldn't believe his ears! His boss was actually giving him a job that he would love to do??
"YES SIR, I'll do it, you can rely on me sir!" Dean replied as quickly as a flash.
For the rest of the day Dean was in such a happy mood, his friends wanted to know what had happened, but his boss had told him to keep it to himself as he didn't want it leaking out, even though he didn't like them that much at all. He just didn't want any more hassle.
The next day his new job as the celeb's slave started and it just happened to start on the day that the first 'B' lister had got voted out. It was a great looking red head model named Stacey Ellis - she was hoping this show would give her the boost of getting into being a presenter, but had been conned by her agency. Dean kept thinking to himself that he'd seen her somewhere before, but just couldn't place her.
She walked into the hotel and Dean jumped up like a little Jack Russell on heat. Grabbed her bags (there were plenty of them), and followed her to the lift. As the doors opened to the lift then both got in and the doors closed. Suddenly she stopped crying and said.
"Right that parts done, now who have we got here?"
Dean looked at her with a puzzled look replied to her.
"I'm your personal assistant from this hotel.