The hotel was an impressive building just off the main road, its white façade still beautiful but showing signs of age. The faded grandeur and old-fashioned luxuries were no longer top of the range but this was no cheap chain or motel, it had real character and warmth. Surrounded by lush greenery and a small but beautiful garden, it was both distinguished and discrete, which was exactly what the owners were looking for.
After a successful period in estate management and with one lucrative casino to his name, Charles Steele had decided that he could do with another such venue. His trusted right-hand man, Mr Paul, had found this property by accident when he used the entrance road to turn around.
He saw the potential and felt the atmosphere of the place. He wanted the wealthy to feel at hom
