Jacque was idly flipping his keycard between his fingers as he waited for his guest by the less frequented East entrance. Coming on to the Hotel property Alessandra would see nice cars, valet parking and a ground-level bar packed full of businessmen and women winding down after the long day. After greeting the Savage, he led her through the door into a nearby elevator, swiping the keycard across the sensor to activate the higher floors where their destination ultimately was.
As the doors parted, there was only a short hallway with a single door facing the elevator. He used the keycard for one last time, and held the door open for the Prince to enter the suite. It wasn't penthouse quality by any stretch of the imagination, but it was private with a large living area with sectional seating, a separate bedroom and an open balcony. Small tables were placed at the center of the balcony and living area that displayed cigar boxes and crystal decanters filled with some kind of spirit. The view consisted of open fields facing Westward, interrupted briefly by a large construction effort and then to the borders of the international airport. The view was unobstructed from a seated position thanks to the glass panel gating used, but such a view was not for those who feared heights. The sky was pitch black, save the lights trailing like ants at the distant highway and the occasional overhead airplane coming in to land.
Turning to his guest he smiled and swept his hand to his surroundings, "Please, your Grace. Make yourself comfortable." Same old song and dance, "How have you been?"