They had danced, they had drunk, the presentation speeches had inspired the staff and the guests were finally making their way to bed. Mr Santiago was happy.
‘Bring me a bottle of Merlot, the 74’ He called to the waiter, who would be up till late cleaning the hotel and preparing the breakfast service. ‘How do you think it went?’ He asked his manager Marina.
‘Swimmingly’ she replied looking out to the pool as a few of the more drunken guests wrapped towels around each other and chased each other through the corridor towards the bedrooms. ‘I think we have a little gold mine here.’
Mr Santiago sat back in his chair and smiled to himself, the waiter arrived with the bottle of Merlot and poured his boss and the manager, Marina, a glass.
‘What do the bookings look like after the summer?’
Marina took a large sip of her wine swirled it around her mouth for a moment, paused and replied ‘building’.
‘Great’ Mr Santiago murmured to himself while doing some mental arithmetic in his head. ‘It will be great when we finally have our head above water.’
Life From the Dirt 