Tony's POV
"Two rooms ONLY, sir"
'Four were booked!!", Frankie was astonished by the turn of events.
"Whose Tony?"
I grunted. India didn't seem to know me.
"Yes, sir. Tony Parker, the famous billionaire!", Frankie talked as if he was convincing himself of my identity. I laughed a bit, though it all died inside of me.
"Rupees, paid?"
Frankie didn't know and was about to abuse verbally on the receptionist's calm disses, that my little bubble gum walked in.
"700 dollars paid. That is 49,0000 rupees..."
The receptionist's eyes went in awe. For a moment, he picked up the telephone, clicked on one button which should have maybe said all the remaining nine numbers, and called somebody. We waited as he went, "Bolo....hmm...isne?! Hay rabba...", and much more, words that sounded like the
