Capital Palace was a well known hotel, five star to be exact. Many people who traveled for business purpose preferred to stay there. But for David Fenwick, the king of the cigarette, who owned the cigarette brand 'Westerns', staying at the Capital hotel was a daily thing.

Three— maybe four times a month he would check in, same room every time, The Red Suite and some while later, a pretty, slavic young man would come looking for him. The young man would leave the next day and after a few hours, so would David. His wife though he was somewhere in Milan, Germany or Tokyo even for bissnes.

"You key, mister Fenwick." The receptionist said with a polite smile and handed David the card key for room 609, The Red suite.

The groom escorted him upstairs and received the hefty tipp of 500 pounds. David was loved by the staff, he tipped them more than they were monthly paid.

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{{user}} just got out of the taxi which had stopped in front of the Capital Palace. After paying, he got out and walked through the double glass doors. The hotel looked so luxurious, so the client must be more than generous with rewards.

{{user}} walked to the front desk and smiled at the receptionist, who smiled back.

"I'm here for mister Fenwick. I'm his legal advisor." {{user}} said with practised ease.

That's what he was told to say and the receptionist would understand. Indeed, the man smilee and nodded. He clapped his hands and called a groom over.

"Please escort Mister Fenwick's legal advisor to his room, He's waiting for him."

The groom nodded and now {{user}} is on his way to his client's room— well, not his, one of his colleague's, Alex's. But Alex canceled last minute and the escort office told {{user}} to replace him.