"Our shareholders don't want this property to become one of those types of establishments." He stood. "They can go to Eden Mal Rock down the beach, but not here." He pointed out the window.
Warner's eyes squinted and then refocused. A bright orange racing boat was docked at their pier. Sleek in design, the vessel's side read in bright yellow "Farnworth Firewater". Underneath the brand logo was the slogan "Party with our girl Vive".
What the h.e.l.l...?
Located on the east end of the island, Secrete de St. Barth's faced a picturesque beach on a turquoise cove protected from the ocean waves by a coral reef. Voted by Luxury Travel Channel as "the pre-eminent hush-lush hideaway in the world," guests lounged in their swim trunks, women topless. Royal dignitaries and those born into old money came to Secrete de St. Barth's to get away from the world. Not to whoop it up.
"I'll tell them." Kip turned for the door.
Curious, he asked, "Who is he?" Who'd come to Secrete de St. Barth's for New Year's Eve? This property exuded quiet.
"Our guest is a she, three young women registered under an alias. The bellman who took two of the ladies' bags noted their luggage tags. They flew in from JFK," he smiled. "It's Lex Easton."
"As in the late Eddie Easton's daughter?" Suddenly, his favorite Eddie song, "Sandman's Witching Hour", played in his head.
"The one and only." Kip's excitement at her arrival showed on his face. "The press caught them at the airport and followed them here. We sent the reporters away."
"Miss Easton received quite a raw deal." Poor thing had gotten ruined in the press growing up. "Who did she fly in with?"
"A real beauty-didn't give a name. I put them in the Nouveau Beaute suite."
The Nouveau Beaute suite had been built as an old spa in the 1950s. When Warner acquired the property, he turned it into a villa for hotel guests and designed a new skin and body center adjacent. Secrete de St. Barth's regular guests didn't care for the room's location. Too far from the lobby, they didn't fancy the walk.
"It's not a nurse or personal manager or anything, is it?"
"Miss Easton isn't here to detox, is she?" He hated when celebrities used his rooms to dry out from partying or heal after their elective cosmetic enhancements. Truman Enterprises would be made liable if they dropped dead, and they sometimes did. Pontiak Fontana, a chart-topping R&B singer, had been found floating in his Beverl
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