Chapter 4
Mateu washed away the bitter taste left in his mouth by his manipulations with a sweet swallow of vermouth. He stabbed the wedge of orange with the clear plastic spear, then slowly circled it around the rim of his glass as he waited at the bar of the upscale hotel nightclub, Oceà.
He didn’t have a problem with making sure London had a great time. On the contrary, he loved the Huntington hotels. He’d bet his most recent investment that his hotel’s success made him feel the same pride his brother did when little Felip brought home straight As.
What he couldn’t stand was pretending to be someone else while he did so.
But, through London, their reputation would bump back up to number one, and he could focus on his family’s orchard and his father’s health.
He gestured to the bart
