“Good afternoon, Sir, how may I help you?” Paul stood in the middle of the hotel foyer looking around him, almost as if he was lost. “Err, yes, I was supposed to be meeting the rest of my group for a function here tonight, but…” The receptionist interrupted him, “are you with the Cuore party?” “Yes, are they already here?” “They are, sir, they are currently in the bar area I believe.” “Thank you I will go and let them kno...

Melanie glanced at the clock before refocusing on the computer screen. Today had been a long day working at the hotel reception desk. The works party from the night before had checked out gradually throughout the day, and as it was a Sunday, there were very few guests checking in. All of this had caused the day to drag. She had tried to get the attention of one of the young men from yesterday afternoon when he checked out...

The receptionist stood behind the large dark wooden counter which ran along the whole length of one wall. She stared at a screen hidden from view below the countertop and tapped on the keyboard. She heard the revolving entrance door swish and caught out of the corner of her eye a couple approaching the counter stopping a few metres away. The gentleman was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans with a button-down white shirt...