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Italy’s vessels set sail from Sicily, his businesses generated
income successfully from tourists and locals that eyes caught his
expensive yet first-class style of resources. To her opinion, he
was a smart man. But was he smart enough? He was accused of
smuggling drugs across the Mediterranean to areas of Tunisia and
Libya. That would have been an easy task for him to accomplish, if
everything was true, since he owned vessels that could travel there
to back and fro without many curious eyes.
    Meagan shook her head and sighed. She could not continue
thinking about that any further. All she wanted at that point was
to get something to eat and sleep. She swore that she didn’t see
the hotel in five seconds; she would have fallen asleep at the
wheel.
    “ Oh…thank you God!” she let out as she looked up and saw the
large beautiful size with the hotel next to it and only a meter
away was the large European style building that looked just as
exquisite as those she had always admired from idly skipping
through a few journals. She then pulled into the drive way and slid
out the car. Only moments later, a valet stepped up to her politely
and nodded.
    “Ciao !” he
said and she smiled at him. A bell-hop then trotted up and started
to stack her luggage on a two-shelved trolley. As soon as he was
finished, the valet drove away the vehicle to park and the bell-hop
entered through large stainless glass doors, which she followed
through, that opened automatically to their presence. She was
impressed already and moved up quickly to the receptionist’s desk.
The beautiful black-haired woman, dressed in a gold and black
jacket suit acknowledged her politely with the same greeting she
had been hearing for the past twenty minutes.
    “ I
have reservations here…Meagan Summers.”
    The
receptionist skipped through a large thin book and then nodded.
“Sí. You have the, um…the suite number fifteen on the third floor.
Here is your key,” she said, handing her a swipe card. “Daily
dinner and breakfast is free. Divertirsi! Enjoy your stay here!”
    “Thank you.” Meagan turned on her heal shortly and the
bell-hop led the way, pushing the trolley with her luggage towards
the elevator. In a short minute, they both entered and she smiled
politely with him as he returned the gesture. A couple minutes
passed until she asked, “Um…where is the… Palermo Centrale Centro ?” She tried as hard as she could to
get the pronunciation right even though her Italian was very
poor.
    “Yes, it is very nearby,” he responded with a deep accent that
it she was almost unsure that he was replying in English. “You
drive straight, turn left and then go right.”
    “ Left…then right?” she repeated.
    “Sí !”
    “Grazie ,” she
replied and leant over to take a look at his nametag.
“Uh…Paolo.”
    “Prego, Signora !”
    She
could guess that meant ‘Thank You’ and she averted her eyes to the
floor-meter. They were only two floors away and in a moment, the
elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open. She followed Paolo
unto the beautifully lit area and looked around in awe. The entire
floor looked golden and she could swear that she could see her
reflection quite vividly on in the tiles. On the walls, were
numerous pieces of, what she could guess, were very expensive
paintings as well as a framed map of all the interesting areas in
the hotel. She then moved towards her suite door and slid the key
into the slot. After pulling it back out, the door opened and she
pushed it further.
    “ This is beautiful,” she exclaimed as her eyes moved from the
exquisite furniture to the elegant chandelier hanging from the
ceiling and then to the remarkable interior design that could only
be Italian. “Uh...Paolo, you can just leave my luggage
here.”
    “Sí,
Signora ! Have a
wonderful evening.” And he left. Meagan walked around the suite and
smiled. Too bad she didn’t have enough energy to take in the beauty
of the room. She felt her stomach