Queen Rouge Booking Novels & Stories

“Really? Thank you, sir.” I hanged up and approached Miss Jean. “What is it, Anna?” she asked, looking up at me from her computer screen. “These are the rates of the presidential suites at Fairmont Le Chateau Frontenac.” “It doesn’t matter, Anna. If it’s available, take it. The company can afford it,” Miss Jean said indifferently. She must be pressured with all his workload and all the things she should do before Gabriel’s guests arrive. I dialed the hotel’s number again when I walked away from Miss Jean.

They need to identify the terrain that will be their battlefield. "Can I help you, miss?" asked the receptionist when he saw Claire come to the reception desk. “Are there any vacant rooms for the next week? I want a suite," asked Claire. "Oh sorry, miss. All rooms have been booked out for the gala dinner in a few days. After the tenth, it will be available again,” he replied. “Ah, what a dissapointment! Can't you please check it again? I came here on the recommendation of my friends. It's disappointing at this rate,” asked Claire in mock frustration.

I demanded. "I don't know! The health inspector must have leaked them, or…I don't know, madame. But people are sharing it everywhere. Our reservation system is being flooded with cancellations." I closed my eyes, feeling the room spin. "How many?" "Sixty percent of our bookings for the next two weeks. Gone." "Fuck," I breathed. "We need you here, madame. Please." "I'm coming. I'll be there by morning Paris time. Just… just hold on, Pierre. We'll fix this."

It wasn't a question. "Vincent, please, both of you, come inside for a minute," I said, stepping back from the door. "Let me just..." Gabriel shook his head. "Evelyn, we should go. The reservation is at La Maison Doree, and they don't hold tables. If we're not there by nine thirty, they'll give our spot to the next name on the waiting list. It took three weeks to get this booking."

No one else had access but me. The suite was part of the hotel I’d quietly acquired off-market, a strategic location for a few of my black-market routes. Roxanne didn’t know all of that yet. Not everything. She sat inside the bubbling water, her brunette hair slicked back with her skin glistening, she wore a purple two-piece that made it impossible to look away. A plate of sliced strawberries and pineapple sat near the edge of the jacuzzi, and she occasionally reached for one, popping it into her mouth while she moved her head in a rhythm to the soft instrumental music playing through the hidden speakers.

She wondered if they had started as she couldn't hear loud music blasting from the insides. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the men. "Hello gentlemen." She greeted. One of the men looked her head to toe. She was dressed in free pants and a blue sweatshirt. Her golden hair was tied up in a messy ponytail. "May I see your reservation card?" One of the men queried. "Uh.. I don't have a reservation." "Appointment?" The bulkier one asked. "Yes, uh I have an appointment with Madam Loo." Roxanne tried her best to hide her nervousness.

“If I do that, I’ll suffer a greater loss than you.” “Oh? Where did you book? I booked the Number One room of Grand Hotel W, with a minimum spending of twenty-three thousand dollars!” Brent Silva was very curious. The others looked at Harvey as well, just as curious. They also wanted to know the venue he booked. “I booked the Spinning Restaurant at Buckwood Tower,” Harvey said. “What? That place? You have to make a reservation one month in advance!” Brent frowned. “When did you book it? Weren’t you only in Buckwood for a few days?”

Furthermore, she arranged for the news of Charmine’s birthday to be exposed, and she wanted to see Charmine embarrassed. How could Charmine let her be when Waverly was pushing it? However, the owner of the Skyview Building was… Ring! Ring! Her phone rang amid her thoughts. Charmine took out her phone and heard Anthony’s low voice. “Are you out?” he asked her. “I’ve arranged for Moonlight Shore to be booked. How would you like it to be arranged? Or would you like me to take charge of it?” Moonlight Shore was also a landmark building in Burlington. One night’s reservation was up to ten million bucks.

"Yes, madam. We operate on a strict reservation basis to ensure our clients receive the privacy and attention they require. We are currently at capacity for walk ins." Lawrose let out a soft, pained moan. He lifted his hand and quickly performed the sign of the cross over his face. "Jesus Christ," he whispered. "Giselle, please tell me you haven't lost your damn mind. We can't afford the air in here, let alone a chair to sit on." Giselle didn't look at him. She looked directly at the attendant. "Yes. I made a reservation. It should be under the name Hemingway."

She asked, realizing there was no sign indicating the name. "It's called Exquisite." He told her. "Exquisite!" She quoted. "Such a beautiful place with a simple, yet perfect name." She murmured loud enough to Bernard's hearing. "Don't even think of coming here on your own. You can't visit without a reservation and to get a reservation, you have to be a prominent person in the society." He told her. This made Rosie smile. She wanted to visit again. So she decided to tell Gregory about the restaurant. Hopefully, he will be able to get a reservation.