The bad taste that Jessie, ex of Samuel Malone Jr., left to the family, gradually was dissolved with the preparations for the trip to Kingston. Tracy's father had invited all of them to a holiday in Jamaica. It was a nice detail by Thomas, with the desire to spend the summer period with her daughter and also to close ties with his future in-laws. What he felt was that his mother, Dorothy, not be encouraged to join the group.
Upon arriving at Norman Manley International Airport, the heat was torrid, typical Caribbean in July.
Thomas Miller received his daughter and the rest of her companions almost by foot of plane. After kisses, hugs and handshakes, they boarded a small bus chartered by Thomas for the occasion, and they were led in a small tourist tour by Kingston to the hotel , lying in comfortable chairs inside the small air-conditioned bus. The National Heroes Park, Devon House, the ruins of Port Royal, the beaches of Hellshire and Lime Cay ... Finally they arrived to the hotel built by the father of Tracy, the 'Lois Miller Grand Hotel'.
When you get there, everyone gasped. They knew it was a luxury hotel, but that exceeded the imaginable. The area belonging to the hotel, was limited by a low wall of white stone at medium altitude.. Inside everything was covered by manicured lawn that looked velvet. Only the access road for vehicles and pedestrian trails, walking areas, were covered with whitish gravel. The lawns were dotted with beautiful fountains accompanied by small groves of palm trees, native plants and trees as a botanical garden. The building was a huge shaped rectangular prism. Despite its enormous size, gave a feeling of lightness thanks to the glass facade. The huge gateway, was flanked by two waterfalls falling from the top of the building and whose waters sank in a beautiful artificial lake that surrounded the hotel. Thomas explained that half of the building, the main front, was dedicated to the reception, offices, travel agencies, shops, boutiques, hairdressers, casino, library, gyms, saunas, spa, theater, conference rooms, etc. ,while the other half, rear, facing the sea, was dedicated to the rooms and suites, unless the ground floor, where the kitchens were, bar, terraces, restaurants, clubs and pools . To access the building were two bridges. One at the main entrance, and one in the rear, overlooking the hotel direct beach access.
-Bloody hell! -Sam said without thinking unable to repress his astonishment at such luxury design and materials.
-Sam! Do not speak this way, you know that I do not like the bad words.-said DIane-
-Sorry - Sam apologized - I've never seen anything like it.
While they were registering in the receipt of the hotel, Sam returned to be surprised.
-Great Heavens! What you see here …- Sam hissed.
-This time is for the tanned girl of the black thong, isn´t it dad? Samuel 'said softly.
- Have you seen, son ?.
- Dad! You think I'm blind ?.
Father and son laughed , but the laughs were cut immediately.
-May I know what's wrong with you, guys? -Tracy said a bit angry- If there is something funny, you could share with others, and so we would laugh all.
-I'll teach your suites ... -Thomas interrupted laughing, realizing what Sam and his son were up to.
When they went into one of the huge elevators, from the contiguous elevator, someone caught powerfully the attention of Diane. He was a tall man, somewhat portly, with gray hair, white beard. He walked haughtily and majesty. Seemed a philosopher or a scholar of ancient Greece. That guy's face was familiar for her. Diane could swear that I had seen somewhere. But where? When? Diana was adrift in a sea of doubt.
The suites were bright, elegant, beautiful ... and contiguous, separated by doors with locks on both sides. They had all kinds of details. King size beds, hall, lounge with TV and Hi-FI, WI-FI, office, bathroom with a huge bath with jacuzzi, shower, etc …
Thomas enjoyed watching the faces of his guests between surprise, amazement and admiration.
-Dad! This is fantastic -said excited Tracy.
-Thomas, this is beautiful! It's a dream! -Diane said exultant- Words can not express how wonderful it all is, let alone to thank this detail.
-It's nothing, Diane -Thomas replied complacently- is a great satisfaction to have you here.
He was still speaking when he was interrupted by a beautiful, velvety female voice external to the group.
-Sorry Mr. Miller, but has an important call.
-Thanks, Lauryn. Now I go.
Lauryn Campbell was the elegant, beautiful and faithful secretary of Thomas. She was an African American middle-aged woman, 1.70 tall, had measures and a curvature in its stylish body that any man made mute. Her black hair combed into very fine dreadlocks, which then collected in a thick ponytail. She was not almost made up. Her natural beauty not needed. Her full lips, and her eyes were large and brown, with long, thick lashes. Her manner and form of expression denoted that was cultured, probably in college.
Thomas realized he had not made the presentations:
-I have been a rude. I present my secretary, Lauryn Campbell. She is my right hand, my trusted person. Without her I could not take a step.
Lauryn lowered slightly flushed look for the compliment, drawing a soft and elegant smile before replying to the gallantry of his boss.
-As usual, Mr. Miller exaggerates and overestimates my work. On the other side is a pleasure to meet you all and welcome.
-Hi! I'm Tracy, daughter of Thomas -said as she left behind Samuel-. -suddenly Tracy realized that Lauryn turned pale- something is wrong ?.
-No, nothing -said Lauryn- you are identical to your mother.
-Did you meet Mom? Tracy asked.
-No -answered Lauryn- What happens is that your father has a picture of your mother on his desk. Honestly, you are like two drops of water. So you surprised me. Sorry.
-Does not matter! -Tracy said before continuing with introductions -this is my boyfriend Samuel and these are his parents, Sam and Diane Malone.
-Are you Sam Malone? Did the Red Sox player? Oops! I saw you play when I was little. My father was a baseball fan. Always he took me with him to watch Yankees games. I have not said, but I'm from New York.
-And when you were girl, you were so beautiful as now? -Sam asked, paying compliments to her.
-Sam ! -Diane protested before the smile of all-.
-But.. I have not said anything bad! …It's just an innocent question...
-Mr. Malone, you´re a flatterer-said Lauryn with her best smile-
Thomas and Lauryn said goodbye for now. Quietly they went to answer the call and other matters, leaving their guests comfortably in their rooms.