The Path to Love

Chapter 57 - Hunter's POV

"Italy is so beautiful, sir."

"Yeah, I guess it is." I replied, not even bothering to look around. "Where will we be going?"

She grabbed that stupid notebook of hers and started to look through it. "The Kombucha Hotel. It has six floors and roughly thirty rooms on a floor. It's a pretty big hotel and people are not checking in."

"Why not?"

"I'm not really sure, sir." She replied.

"Well, surely you've done some research about the businesses we're checking out. What do you think?"

"What I think, isn't what matters." She replied.

"Don't make me ask again. Tell me what you think, now."

She looked kind of frightened, but I could care less. "Well, the décor is awful. It looks disgusting there. I wouldn't even let my dogs stay in that hotel. I've also looked at some reviews, for the people that have managed to stay there, they complained about the management being disrespectful and rude, the cleaning people not doing their jobs, the beds not being washed and the rooms smelling horribly. Pardon my French sir, but the place is a shit show."

"Mr. Moores is meeting us there, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"I want an interior designer called and booked for the next five days. I want a meeting with every single member of the staff, take names at the meeting because whoever is not there, will be terminated and replaced. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"I want the best of the best for the interior designer in Italy and I will settle for nothing less. Got it?"

"Yes..." She hesitated, taking notes in that book.

"Great, well get to it. You have the rest of the ride to get everything organized."

"When do you want the meeting for?"

"Tomorrow morning, nine sharp. I'm going to take a look at this staff myself and see what needs to happen here. I don't mind replacing everyone. People will need to know I mean business, and hopefully the other shit shows on this list will pick up their slack and make it somewhat better before I get there."

The rest of the drive was her making plans with the interior designer and her booking the meeting for tomorrow. When we got there, Mr. Moores was waiting there for us, like she said he would be.

"Mr. Thomas. It's a pleasure to meet you." Mr. Moores said, shaking my hand.

"Likewise," I replied.

"Your father called, giving me the heads up you were coming. I don't mean to sound rude, but why are you here?"

"My father has been training me to take over Thomas Enterprises. While being trained, I've taken notice that some of the businesses my father has partnered with has been failing significantly. This is one of them. What is going on with this hotel that no person wants to pay to spend the night in here?"

"I'm not quite sure," he replied nervously.

"Well, you live here. I'm partnered with you, maybe you should tell me why. Maybe we should also negotiate a new contract. I don't like being the heir of a failing company."

"What do you plan on doing to this hotel?"

"Investing even more money into it, to make it profitable again. I also plan on terminating my partnership with you. Since you live here, this should be relatively easy to fix your problems. Especially since my company already put so much money into this hotel."

"Money has been tight the last few years, Mr. Thomas."

"Well, that's good news for you then. You no loner have to worry about a failing hotel." My assistant was walking beside me silently. "Write Mr. Moores here, a check for one hundred thousand dollars. That should buy out his percentage of the failing hotel."

She quickly scribbled a check and handed it to me for my signature and handed it to him when I was done. "Thanks for your business, Mr. Moores. It's no longer needed."

When he realized I was serious, he was at a loss for words and shuffled away, quickly. I finally walked into the hotel and gasped. My assistant was right, it looked horrible in here. "When will the interior designed be here?" I asked her.

"Within the next couple hours."

"Tell them they have complete control over this hotel. I want it to be completely revamped and designed to look amazing. Understand?"

"Yes," she replied.

"I don't even want to see the rest. If it looks as bad and as ugly as the front lobby does, I don't want to know. How did my father let this be made?"

"As far as I know, he didn't have a say. He wasn't here for it."

"Well, that makes much more sense. He wouldn't allow anything like this to happen. How much does it cost to spend a night here?"

"Two hundred euros."

"I wouldn't even pay fifty. Tell the interior designer to make it worth the two hundred euros. In six days, plan a re-grand opening so people can see it looks completely different. Go crazy on social media once it looks better. Okay?"

"Sure."

"I'm going to the hotel. I will be back for eight tomorrow morning. Same for you. You can ride with me back to the hotel if you wish. You have your own room next to mine, you have the rest of the night off. Don't waste it. We'll be busy for the rest of the week."

"Thank you," she replied, happily.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Angelica Rose," she replied.

"Well Ms. Rose, I look forward to all of our time together over the next few weeks."

She blushed at what I said to her. "Me too," she replied.

"I'm going to sleep off this jet lag. I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you for your help today. You are great at being a personal assistant."

She smiled at me. I walked into my room and closed my door. As I laid on my bed, I finally allowed thoughts of Sam to consume me. All of those thoughts of her and our baby did too, for hours, until finally I was able to drift off into unconsciousness.