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"Welcome to the Desert Rose, Mr. Wakanda," the hotel manager said, a tall thick man with skin as dark as ebony. He had a deep voice and a friendly demeanor, but he had a look about him that screamed tough guy. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"And you too, Mr. Little," I smiled. "Sorry it's taken me so long to come out here, but business keeps me busy. Have you been here long?"
"Since we opened, Mr. Wakanda," the hotel manager smiled back. "We opened back in the eighties as a place to get away from it all. Since then, we've added on a two wings and a couple of stories."
"It is quaint out here," I said, glancing out the window at a light falling snow. "How's the clientele?"
"Pretty good," he answered. "Mostly celebrities who want some time away from their work. Some rich folk's daughters as well whenever they run away from home."
"Do they make a mess like they usually do?"
"They do not," Mr. Little laughed. "The main rule here is if you break it, you pay for it and you never come back."
"I like this place already," I grinned. "I'm glad I bought it."
The Desert Rose was a small hotel in northeastern Nevada, well away from the hustle and bustle of the cities. To be honest, I hadn't really bought as I had won the hotel from the previous owner in a high-stakes poker game back in Reno. I had also won his wife's wedding ring, but I was nice enough to give it back so his wife wouldn't give him hell.
"I was a bit worried when I heard we had a new owner," Mr. Little said. "I wasn't sure what changes you were going to make?"
"As in personnel?"
"Yes," he grinned weakly. "This is a good place to work and I've done real well here."
"Adam did give me the employee records," I said. "And from what I can tell is that you have done an outstanding job here. I was wondering would you be interested in working in Vegas?"
"Vegas?" he gaped at me. "You've got to be joking. There's no way you'd want me there."
"I don't see why not. I've had to can a manager for skimming and I need some capable to run the place."
"What would I be manager of?" Mr. Little asked me skeptically.
"The Bellagio," I smiled. "And if everything goes well, you could be the Las Vegas Director within a year or two."
"You're kidding, right?" he laughed. "Last I heard Terry Benedict owned the Bellagio."
"He did," I said. "Until I forced him out."
"Wow," the hotel manager of the Desert Rose said. "I could be managing the Bellagio, the Mirage and the MGM Grand in a couple years?"
"As well as the Venetian, the Tuscany, the Westin Casuarina, and the Golden Nugget."
"Holy shit! How'd you manage to own all those? The Hiltons must be going nuts with you owning that much of Vegas!"
"I've had a good year," I smiled. "And you wouldn't have to worry about the Hiltons. Do you recall the show 'The Simple Life'?"
Mr. Little nodded.
"Paris and Nicky like to gamble," I continued. "And they've racked up some big debts with me. Not wanting to go to their father for the money, the sisters will be working it off instead."
"Why wouldn't they go to their father?"
"They lost that bet as well." Little laughed loudly.
"Oh my," he said, wiping a tear away from his eye. "I have the feeling they're in over their heads."
"Indeed. So how about it? Up for the Bellagio?"
"Who'll maintain the Desert Rose in the meantime?"
"I will. I like to get a hands-on-feel with every acquisition. Besides, the multinational end of the corporation can run itself without me."
"You've got yourself a manager, Mr. Wakanda," Mr. Little smiled, his white teeth sparkling. We shook hands.
"Good to have you on board, Mr. Little," I grinned. "Think you're up to it?"
"Most definitely," he laughed. "I think I've got an edge that'll help."
"What's that?"
"Well, to tell the family secret, my grandmother was Dutch."
Our laughter filled the office, spilling out into the lobby.
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