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As it turned out, Harold seemed remarkably composed as the three of us came down the stairs at around eleven.
“Good morning Sir, and Ladies.” He said in his distinctive British accent.
I realised that having been a personal butler in Las Vegas for many years, this was probably quite tame compared to some of the things he’d seen.
“Good morning Harold.” I replied. “No need to worry about breakfast, we’ll just grab something to eat downstairs.”
“Right you are, Sir.” He replied jovially.
“And please, take the rest of the day off.” It was Sunday and I planned to have a nice peaceful day relaxing in the suite.
“Oh, one thing before you go. Could you have a couple of bottles of Bowmore, 25 year old, sent up?”
“I’ll get right on it, Sir.” He replied.
On the way down Kim mentioned that s
