Greek Tragedy

EP 07 | GRAND OLD HELLSBEY

EPISODE SEVEN

'grand old hellsbey'

Built in the late 1800s, the Grand Old Hellsbey was born with dreams of pearly opulence and affluent guests in mind. After World War II, a lot of its former glory was looted and bombed during the war. Opulence had no reason to live in times of need. It was only after the 80s that a new company bought the train line of Grand Old Hellsbey, and had the carriages revived with the same principle, damn near the same model, only with a different take: Take you back to the time of royal beauty.

Cherry and teak wood, each new room was splendour made startling, but no cost was no different. Everything from the menu to the lights lining the thin hall of the cabins, every detail was chosen with specific intention to take you back in time when prestige of money came with smoke and greed.

With a small tour and a personal hello from the conductor, the chef, and the captain because of apparent VIP tickets in platinum, Leon had reserved two cabins separated by gender.

"I was supposed to get three cabins, but your best friend pushed me aside," James said, looking around the surprisingly spacious cabin with a private bath. "I was all for the solo gig so the only couple in the group could have some time."

I blushed as Leon shrugged, hands clasped his back as he inspected the room.

Quinn hugged me from behind. "Excuse me, you've already hogged my best friend for too long, it's time you return her to me."

Leon turned only to raise his eyebrow, lip curled to one side. "I'll have her just in time, though. Don't get too comfortable, Ms Fong."

"Leon, please."

Quinn narrowed her eyes, possessive arms wound around my torso. "Oh, it is on, you rich bastard."

"Quinn."

Eliza popped her head between Quinn and I, holding court on the door in James and Leon's cabin. "We should review the files Quinn got."

"Let's pour on them after dinner, I'm a little hungry," James said, patting his stomach. "And just in case there are disturbing facts in there, I would like to not peruse them on an empty stomach."

"That's okay, I'm going to take a shower and maybe a little nap. My sleep is a little choppy. Just shove me off the bed when you need me, thanks." Eliza gave us a peace sign before disappearing into our cabin.

I tug at Quinn's arm. "We should settle in too. I need to check the clothes Andy packed for me."

"Andy?"

"One of the staff at Leon's estate."

"Madame l'étoile du matin du château," Quinn whispered. I smacked her forehead.

Leon pulled my hand and kissed my fingers. "See you at dinner."

"Honestly," Quinn said in awe as she closed the door. "I'm more surprised you aren't wearing a big fat rock yet."

- - -

The cabin I have with the girls included one king sized that fitted the three of us perfectly, and an end to end room with a medium sized chaise lounge, a TV that doubled as a painting, and a window to the outside that showed the fast rolling cities turning to towns turning to rolling hills with a built in bench filled with cushions for the perfect shot.