Page 8 of Walking the Bird

Eleni rolled her eyes, feeling a sales pitch coming on. “You can save the offer, Mr. Silvers. I already own two vacation homes; I have no need for another.” Granted the homes in Italy and Canada technically belonged to Trident Securities, the deeds were in her name.

“No sales pitch, Ms. Kutsukos. Just your official welcome to paradise.” Derek began as he pulled a business card from his jacket. “This is my personal number, call me if you require any assistance. The resort next to this one is free for you to use. I do, however, recommend you avoid going beyond the flashing lights at either side of the beach.” He pointed behind her.

“What’s beyond the red lights?” Eleni’s curiosities came forward, the words leaving her mouth of their own volition.

“Just do us both a favor and don’t venture off the property after the sun goes down.”

Eleni moved to challenge Derek when a clearing throat captured her attention. “Excuse me, Ms. Kutsukos,” Zera stood with her hands clasped at her hip level. “Your room is ready.”

Reaching to pick up her shoes, Eleni turned to Derek. “Thank you, Mr. Silvers, for the drink,” she holds up her empty glass. “And for the warning.”

Zera led her down the hall and to the elevator bank, a man dressed in linen shorts and a button-up shirt following behind carrying her luggage. Eleni leaned against the wall of the elevator, her day of travel catching up to her.

“Your room, Miss,” Zera announced as the elevator door opened into a luxurious penthouse. Eleni’s eyes widen in wonderment as she took in the sleek lines and masculine features.

“If you need anything, George here is your concierge.” Zera motioned to the suit-clad man standing beside a table covered in fruit and flowers, a bottle of something chilling in a champagne bucket. “Enjoy your stay, Ms. Kutsukos,” Zera added as George handed her a tiny envelope.

“Complements of Mr. Silvers.” George bowed in her direction as he offered her a glass of the wine she’d enjoyed downstairs.

Here’s to figuring it out.

Enjoy, Derek.

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