Chapter 4: RICHARD
Donning my dark shades because the last thing I needed was paparazzi, I alighted from the obsidian Mercedes Benz S-class S 580. Lanke flanked my side as we made our way to the entrance.
In haste as to not get discovered, I didn’t stop to admire the dramatic, cantilevered roofline and the gleaming chrome-coated porte-cocheré that marked the hotel entrance.
That changed when I stood in the lobby. It wasn’t my first time, but I couldn’t help but admire the decor. The sight always has me tranced no matter how many times I see it. High-ceilinged with a vast crystal chandelier that refracted light into a kaleidoscope of colors, which appeared dark with my shades. The dark marble floors polished to high shine and the walls, painted with murals and scenes from Greek myths and clouds with cherubs spanning the endless blue.
Cream colored plush sofas were arranged in pairs each facing the other and divided by a circular marble table of the same hue.
Lanke stalked off to speak with one of the receptionists, and once again I was reminded that I needed a personal assistant. That was another job area people don’t have the patience and humility for. The worst part of it was that these people need the pay and heaven knows I’m more than generous. Yet they leave after a few months of employment, most times, days. It was a simple job, do all I tell you to do exactly how it’s specified and never get on my nerves. But they always just have to ignore the last part. They always have to do something wrong.
"As I live and breathe, if it’s not Raky
Richy"
By gods, how I abhorred that name and worse the voice uttering it. Muttering a curse, I turned to face Lindsey.
"Hello Lind" I said, masking a smile.
" You know I hate it when you call me that..."