The Suite Life by Suzanne Corso

Author:Suzanne Corso
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Gallery Books

Alec, fresh from a duck and goose hunting expedition in Montana, was waiting for us in the lobby bar at the San Francisco Luxe Regent Hotel. Still wearing his canvas Beretta pants and vest, and his calf-high boots, he had a blast for ten minutes impressing us with his skill at bringing down winged creatures.

Alec-the-tour-guide then went off on how plush the Luxe Regent hotels were, and added that he would love to own one of their apartments. I didn’t ask what the tab for that would be. Since most of the sums Alec threw around were basically incomprehensible to me, I just decided to go with the flow, counting my blessings along the way. But that didn’t stop me from worrying about money and wishing that we were saving some of it. Having grown up with nothing, I’d never stop fearing the loss of what I had gained.

At the end of three days of mixed business and pleasure, Malchek’s man was confirmed as the new CEO of the merged specialty trading company, just as Alec had predicted. Ten of the major brokers and power players celebrated that night with a sumptuous dinner in a private room at the Drake Hotel. Only a couple of the men had brought their wives on the trip, but I would have felt just as alone if every one of them had, because Giovanni, who wasn’t in the inner circle, hadn’t been included, and Alec was far too preoccupied keeping things smooth as silk to keep close company with me. I smiled and kept silent as usual, and set my heart on the three-day side trip to Napa Valley that was to begin the next morning.

Alec rented a black Mercedes convertible, and the three DeMarcos were all in high spirits as we headed north for the four-hour ride. Alec insisted on driving with the top down even though the early December air was chilly. Giovanni and I bundled ourselves against the wind.

We stayed at Auberge du Soleil, a spa resort, mostly made up of cedar and glass. Our private chalet was decorated in a style that merged quaint and cozy with New Age. The place was famous for fostering renewal in mind and body as well as in relationships, and the bright yellow and hot pink throw pillows that were scattered all around were full of positive energy. Alec must have caught some of it, because he was ebullient on the couple of private wine tastings we went to, and he couldn’t have been more solicitous of me—both in and out of bed.

Napa Valley renewed my hope for a better future with Alec now that he seemed closer to his goal, the top of the Wall Street ladder. Sadly, however, what hope I had was pretty much dashed when he reverted to Wall Street mode almost as soon as our plane touched down at JFK. Somewhat deflated, I nevertheless did what I could to get into the holiday spirit. One of the best days I had was when Zosia showed up at the apartment with an armful of groceries.

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