They rode in silence in the chauffeured Toyota corona. Their hotel was situated along the Diani Beach. The man who came to welcome them introduced himself as the public relations manager. He was friendly and was eager to take them to their room. Ashton was sure this was just choreographed. It only went to show how well Samira was connected.
Once in their rooms they took a bath and changed to wait for lunch. Ashton took one of the seats in the room and sat to read the day’s newspaper. Aquila was lying on the giant bed doing nothing in particular.
“Sir I would want you to relax and ask for anything you need, I am at your service,” he said still looking at the paper.
“It is ok; for now I don’t think I need anything urgently,” Aquila replied wondering if he could trust this man with his lif
