Dreams Die First by Harold Robbins

Author:Harold Robbins [Robbins, Harold]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780795341038
Publisher: RosettaBooks LLC
Published: 2014-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 29

The telephone rang at eight o’clock in the morning. I reached for the telephone. Through the door leading to the bathroom, I could see Marissa’s shadow on the glass shower door and hear the splashing of the water. “Unh,” I grunted into the phone.

“Sounds like you had a big night,” Eileen said.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“While you’re down there having a good time, I want you to know that some people in the organization are working.”

“We’ll have to correct that. It’s ruining our image. The world thinks we do nothing but party.”

“I’ll be on the next plane,” she said teasingly. “But meanwhile, I thought you’d like some good news.”

“Tell me.”

“We just got the circulation figures for January, February. We broke the three and a half million mark.”

“How about that?”

“That isn’t all. Lifestyle Digest went to a million one. That’s not bad.”

“What are we doing wrong?”

“I don’t know, but we’d better make sure we keep on doing it.”

I laughed.

“What’s it like down there?”

“I don’t know yet. Verita’s getting into the books today and I’m taking the grand tour.”

“I don’t understand why you’re thinking of taking on a resort complex. The two magazines are making nothing but money.”

“I remember people saying that when I went into the clubs. Meanwhile, the London club alone is throwing off six million a year.”

“That’s because it has gambling. New York, Chicago and Los Angeles are lucky to break even.”

“We need them for our image. We’ll have gambling in Atlantic City and this place has a gambling license.”

“If that’s what you want, why don’t you go into Vegas?”

“I’m waiting for an opening. Meanwhile, the travel agency and packaged tours are getting a lot of action. I can fill this place right out of our own agency.”

“How are you going to get the people there with only two commercial flights a day?”

“I’ll have a charter service from LA. Plus which, the Princess Lines will make it a stop on their cruise.”

“Put it all together and it’s still chicken shit compared to what the magazines bring in. They’re netting almost three million a month.”

“Eileen. Such language.”

“I’m serious. Why?”

I thought for a moment. “It’s the action.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” she said. “Maybe someday, when you have some time, we’ll go into it.” Her voice grew soft. “I miss you.”

The phone went dead in my hand before I could answer. The lady was very good. She knew exactly where it was at. There was no heat, no pressure. She let it happen in its own time. And time was on her side. We both knew that. Sooner or later I would be there.

Marissa came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a big Turkish towel sarong. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“Sleep well?”

“I think so.”

“That’s good.” She crossed to the dresser and opened the small purse she’d brought with her. A moment later she was wearing a tiny bikini. She saw me watching her in the mirror. “It would look silly if I went up to the main building in my evening gown.”

I nodded.

“Can I get you something?”

“I could use some coffee.

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