“Seven rooms, two suites,” he replied promptly.
“What about the amenities shipment?” I asked. “Has it arrived yet?”
“It’ll arrive tomorrow,” he replied. “Or so I’ve been told.”
“It was supposed to have arrived three days ago,” I said in annoyance.
“There was a little trouble at customs.”
“Call Hans and get him to pull some strings,” I said. “He knows a few people in customs.”
Ben nodded and made a small note. “There’s also the entertainment act to confirm,” he reminded me.
“Ah right,” I nodded distractedly. “Didn’t we already do that?”
“We have a classical pianist for the formal lounge, a jazz band for the outdoor lounge, and three singers for three of the restaurants. Our fourth restaurant doesn’t have an entertainment act yet. I’ve narrowed it down to two contenders; you just have to make the final decision.”
I nodded. “Pencil in an hour sometime tomorrow,” I said. “I’ll audition both of them and get it out of the way.”
“Your schedule is booked solid tomorrow,” Ben said, looking down at my schedule. “Unless you want to audition them at eleven p.m.?”
“Eleven is fine,” I nodded. “Pencil it in and send me a reminder half an hour before.”
“Got it,” he nodded.
“Anything else?”
“Our seafood restaurant is doing well, but it seems to be understaffed,” Ben informed me. “Which is fine now, but after Christmas, we’ll be at capacity, and we’ll need more wait staff in all four restaurants.”
“Put the word out that we’re hiring,” I said. “Give preference to the locals.”
Ben nodded. “One last thing… Should I have someone move your stuff back up here?”
I left the balcony and walked back into the grand suite. It was an impressive layout, sprawling and incredibly luxurious, but I had other plans in mind.
“No.”
“No?”
“I have another guest coming down in a few days,” I informed him. “She’ll be staying in this suite.”
Ben raised his eyebrows. “I’ll leave instructions at the reception,” he said. “What’s her name?”
“Molly,” I said. “Molly Sinclair.”
Ben looked incredulously amused.
“What?” I demanded, noticing his expression.
“Nothing.”
“Spit it out,” I insisted.
“I just never pegged you as the type of guy who’d give up his digs for an old flame,” he said. “She must have been something special.”
“Whoa, it’s not like that at all,” I corrected him immediately. “She’s not an ex-girlfriend.”
“Oh.”