Meeting The Owner Chapter One

Meeting The Owner Chapter One

ℙ𝕦π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 π• π•Ÿ π•žπ•ͺ 𝕀𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣…   


The sweet sound of the 1950s love song carried throughout the grand ballroom, bouncing off the marble walls and into the ears of those lucky enough to be swaying on the dancefloor. Each live band that performed in this corridor were hired not only because of their talent, but because of their tribute efforts to sound exactly like the original singer.    


ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕕 π•žπ•– π•šπ•Ÿ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•’π•£π•žπ•€, 𝕓𝕒𝕓π•ͺ…   


A man with a stature of over six foot tall danced with a woman in the center of the ballroom, a single hand caressed her waist, while the other gently held her hand in his own. The man's suit was nicely iron pressed and not a hair was out of place on his head - the only accessory giving away any element of wealth was the Rolex on his wrist… and surely, in Vegas, everyone had one of those.    


π•Šπ•’π•¦π•–π•–π•«π•– π•žπ•– 𝕠𝕙-𝕀𝕠-π•₯π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯...   

π•Šπ•™π• π•¨ π•žπ•– π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 π•žπ•– π•₯𝕠𝕠...   


Yet in this establishment, this 'man' was no ordinary man, he was the very owner of the Lotus Hotel & Casino - a man most women called a gentleman, and a man most men had the pleasure of calling boss. He would visit his own venues instead of hiding away behind the oak double doors of his penthouse suite, located at the top of the tower, and come converse with those who kept his business operating - wishing newly wed couples the best of luck and elderly couples the best of times in their 'golden years.'    


ℙ𝕦π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•π•šπ•‘π•€ π•Ÿπ•–π•©π•₯ π•₯𝕠 π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ•–, 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣…   


Tourism in the city of Las Vegas was always at an all time high (regardless of the season) and many single women came and went, always in search of a night to remember. In the ballroom, many of them waited patiently while a friend would dance the night away with some Prince Charming they had found on the strip, making the trip seem more mundane than adventurous. It was the 'Love Shack' of the Hotel & Casino and those who did not enjoy the atmosphere were simply lonely themselves.  // C.I.C 


π•Žπ• π•Ÿ'π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π•œπ•šπ•€π•€ π•žπ•– π• π•Ÿπ•”π•–, 𝕓𝕒𝕓π•ͺ?    

𝕁𝕦𝕀π•₯ 𝕒 π•œπ•šπ•€π•€ π•˜π• π• π••π•Ÿπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯, π•žπ•’π•ͺ𝕓𝕖    

𝕐𝕠𝕦 π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕀 π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖    


Of course, as the owner, the man took it upon himself to ensure everyone who stayed within the gold gated entrance enjoyed the full duration of their stay - even if it included slow dancing with young and beautiful and old and unalluring. Every Friday and Saturday night, upon the 7oclock hour to the 8oclock hour, the man would be found here without fail.     


"Put your head on my shoulder," the owner smiled brightly as he swayed with the woman in his arms, singing along with the tune that played, almost causing her to blush.     


π•Žπ•™π•šπ•€π•‘π•–π•£ π•šπ•Ÿ π•žπ•ͺ 𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕓𝕒𝕓π•ͺ…    


He knew not the woman's name, but she was striking, too much so to be in this setting alone. Yet, perhaps she enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed hers, for he could feel the heat that radiated from her being as she drew him in closer. "Words I want to hear, tell me-"A sudden but light tap on the owner's back caused him to turn his cheek, his hazel eyes peering at the one who required his acknowledgement.     


"Monsieur," Edmundo (the owner's advisor) spoke with a sense of discretion, "we have an unruly habituΓ© that requires your attention."     


A deep sigh escaped through the man's nostrils as his attention returned to the woman in front of him, bringing her hand to his lips before he placed a gentle kiss on her soft flesh. "HΓ©las, it seems all good things must come to an end. My deepest apologies, for business never sleeps, though I bid you goodnight, chΓ©ri."    


Escorting the woman back to her table, the man pulled out her chair so that she may sit once more, allowing her to await the return of her friend as his focus shifted toward the task at hand. Upon exiting the ballroom, the boss walked in stride with his advisor - the charming smile that once graced his face was now absent as they entered the elevator, taking it to the bottom floor.     


"You know…" the boss broke the silence between the men, "the shitty thing about betrayal is…" the elevator dinged its arrival to the basement level of the Lotus, "it never comes from the enemy…"    




𝕋𝕠 𝔹𝕖 β„‚π• π•Ÿπ•₯π•šπ•Ÿπ•¦π•–π••...

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