Chapter Twenty-Three
Amin Salah climbed from his taxi and waited while the driver unpacked his bags from the boot. Although it had been an extremely mild day, the Egyptian felt a slight shiver as the evening wind cut through his light linen suit.
The doorman greeted him as Salah approached the main doors of the Orb and Sceptre hotel. It was late, so most of the guests had already retired for the night.
“I will arrange a porter for your bags, sir,” the doorman assured him.
Salah thanked him and walked to the front desk where he was greeted by the receptionist. The girl on duty looked no older than a teenager and her pristine uniform looked brand new.
Salah smiled and handed her his passport. “I hope very much that you have a room booked in my name,” he announced, smiling.
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