Can 'Albatross' Divit, current Olympic Gold medalist in high board diving, suddenly disappears from his seemingly extravagant and decadent playboy lifestyle of late night partying, after a very public disagreement with a young attractive female jour...
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Emre pulls his red sports car to a stop, under the heavily lit, covered reception area outside the hotel. The doorman smooths his gloved hand down his black frock coat.
"I wonder how much running around they've been doing to get the suite ready?" "Metin and Deren are overseeing everything now. Is Nasli here as well?"
"Yep. Should be. Thanks for being chauffeur..." I squeeze his shoulder.
"I'll see you later."
"Good luck, Can."
As soon as I make eye contact and my hand reaches for the handle, the doorman moves forward, to open the car door from the outside.
"Welcome to the Hilton Hotel, Sir."
I nod and smile, but keep my glasses on. Emre roars away behind me.
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Deren is waiting just inside, looking very efficient in her business suit. We walk and talk to the lifts. "Everything okay?" "Yes. They were more than happy to accommodate your requests."
I take a quick look around. It's no Versace Villa standard, but it's more than acceptable. "The pool looks nice. "
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