Hotels In Harvey La On Manhattan Blvd Novels & Stories

*Harleys POV "Good evening, welcome to Le Lion. How may I help you today?" The receptionist greets Xavier when we reach the counter of the luxurious hotel. "I have a reservation. It's under the name of Everest," Xavier tells him while I place my elbows on the counter, cupping my face. This place feels nice. The entrance is very decorative and the marble flooring looks expensive. I vaguely wonder what our rooms will be like. "Yes, Mr. Everest. We have reserved a room for you for two nights with the cost of food and travel included, is that right?" The guy types fast as he speaks to Xavier and the latter nods in turn.

**** LA hotel:- One of the hotel chains owned by Mr. Russo:- Nestled in the heart of the thriving metropolis of Elegant City, the LA Hotel stands as a paragon of luxury and sophistication. This architectural gem is more than just a hotel; it is an immersive experience, a testament to opulence and style that leaves an indelible mark on the city’s skyline.

“I don’t think that anomaly will ever show up, Harvey.” On of Harvey’s men observed, he sounded impatient and bored to death. They have been on the watch for hours now while Harvey spent his waiting in a hotel room, sipping champagne and lazily flipping through month old magazine issue of women in bikinis.

, she told her, and they clinked their glasses. “What are you doing around here? Have you moved to this hotel?”, Amber questioned further and Harvey shook her head. “I have to hide here for a bit. Someone I don’t like is now in Paris, and he might soon find out that I am here which he shouldn’t, so I should lie low and keep myself off his radar till he’s gone”, she replied and that only sparked Amber’s curiosity. “And who might that be? I mean the person that shouldn’t know of your presence?”

“Why are you here alone? Where is Raymond?” “He just stepped out,” she smiled. “It’s good to see you, Harvey. Are you going back soon?” she inquired, acting warmly as she suddenly felt at ease. “Hmm, I think I’ll be here for a couple more days. There’s an exhibition I need to attend, and a few corporate meetings before heading back. I didn’t know your honeymoon location was Paris. How are you finding the city? Isn’t it wonderful? Have you been to the Eiffel Tower at night? It’s the best time to experience Paris, trust me.”

The nearest comparable hotel with two available rooms was almost an hour away. “There is one option here,” the manager said. “Our executive suite wasn’t affected. It has a private bedroom, separate living room and a full-size sectional.” Harvey looked at him. “No.” The manager immediately offered to arrange the other hotel. “I’ll take it,” Harvey said. I stared at him. “You’re going to stay an hour away? We have dinner here in less than two hours.” “I’ll manage.” “And then drive an hour afterward?” Harvey looked at me. “Layla.”

“Where is this?” “Central Hilton.” “Who owns the hotel?” Xavier checked. “Several companies. The ownership structure is complicated.” Lucas smiled. “Of course it is.” He looked at the message again. “Take us there.” Xavier hesitated. “Now?” “Now.” --- Mercy Hotel stood in the center of Hilton City. The building was one of the tallest in the district. Luxury vehicles filled the entrance. Guests moved through the lobby. Nobody paid attention to the black vehicles arriving outside.

She couldn't afford to have Jay complain about her driving skills. Minutes later she pulled into Adams hotel. Karen noted them. Three suited men, two women classically dressed and a few hotel staff were at the door in wait. “Good day, Chairman Jay,” Director Harvey, Conil Hotels extended his hand for a shake on their arrival. Jay took his arm. “It's a pleasure to have you here. When Director Levi here told me you were having a meeting here, I was very much pleased.” “You didn't have to come out yourself to welcome me, Director Harvey.”

I narrate excitedly. “Budget?” She asks and I think through but nothing comes to me, so I shrug. “Two hundred million.” I smile in triumph. “Got it,” Tatiana responds and I cut the call. After a series of discussions with hotel managers and checking on Tatiana, I settle on a venue that screams GRAND – The mighty Lockhart Hotel. The best hotel in the city and the third in the world. It’s almost impossible to make a reservation but I’m Victoria Smith and what I want, I get.

“I’m used to it, Marti. She’s always been like that since I first started thinking.” “I’m sorry to hear that, darling,” she spoke with a pitiful expression on her face. “I’m fine. I’m used to it anyway,” she shrugged her shoulder. “So, what’s your plan now? I have a server gig tomorrow and guess where?” Marti giggled as she mentioned it. She smiled. Marti is like a mom to her. “Where?” she asked. “It’s in Hilton Midtown, baby! The biggest hotel in Manhattan. We will serve those elite businessmen so we better be prepared,” Marti was ecstatic.