Chapter 2
Guillermo inspected the damage on the luxury suite of hotel Rafael. Torn curtains, lines of coke on the coffee tables, strings thrown on the couches. Bodies and limps splayed everywhere, some intertwined, tight young breasts peeking in the twilight. He only cared for a specific pair of them. He stepped carefully between the half-asleep youngsters and made his way towards the bedroom. He found a similar situation there, he couldn’t make out who was who in the dim light. He illuminated a couple of faces with his phone, and pulled back some strands of hair, ignoring the mumbled complaints of the sleepy celebriteens. “Zeezy?” he whispered, in an attempt to locate her. A butt moved in reply, but it was hidden under two young men. “Hm,” Guillermo said and had an idea. He loaded Zeezy’s social profile and scrolled through her pictures. He found one that was suitable but Not Safe For Work, and held the phone next to the butt in question. He compared them, and then snatched her legs and pulled her off the bed.
He picked her up in his arms. She stretched and pulled her blonde hair out of her mouth. Guillermo was reminded at that moment of the irony that women around the world were getting plastic surgery to look like this one.
“You missed the party, Guillermo,” she said sleepily.
“You had enough fun for the both of us, judging by all this,” he teased.
“Mmm, you’ve no idea,” she moaned in a sexy way that would rile any man. But Guillermo was unaffected by this. He had seen the ugliness hiding behind all those beautiful faces, and wasn’t seduced by them any more.
He carried her to the next room in the enormous suite and stood her up on her legs outside the bathroom. “You can handle it on your own from this point on, I assume?” He touched her on her back and propped her up.
“Shhuure,” Zeezy slurred and eyed him with a naughty expression.
Guillermo deftly grabbed her hair in a ponytail and secured them with a rubber band. Zeezy kept the sexy pose for a while more, and then she retched and ran to the toiled, where she vomited. He turned his back to give her some privacy and shut the door. He looked out the balcony and took in the lovely view, the Eiffel tower from Champs Elysees. The city, the skyscrapers in the distance, the floating wind generators tethered by the buildings who were lazily turning to the wind like a school of fish.
He was happily miles away in his thoughts when his phone rang. He checked it, it said, ‘Teacher.’ “Alo, Joaquin, how’s the palace?” He swiped the call to the suite’s system, and a middle-aged man appeared on the room’s screen. He radiated authority, with his smart suit and his silver hair.
“Palacio is fine,” Joaquin said with his deep, careful voice. “You know the drill, lawmaking, incest, scandals. The usual.”
Guillermo smiled and nodded in agreement. “I’m sure you’ve got everything under control, profesor.”
“Naturally. But I wouldn’t mind having you back, to be honest. You know, helping me out, like old times. I’m not a young man any more,” he frowned. Then he noticed the condition of the suite, appalled. “Having a bit of fun, are we?”
Guillermo sighed and pointed towards the bathroom. Water could be heard in the shower. “Zeezy is a bit… Tireless.”
“If you’d stuck to the royal circles you wouldn’t have to deal with this crap.” Joaquin rubbed his fine-combed beard. “Okay, fine, who am I kidding? It’s pretty much the same thing. But the status level is higher…”
“Profesor, don’t get me wrong, I love talking to you but let’s not repeat the same conversation. It’s done, I’m using the very same things you taught me about royalty handling to the celebrities. It works out fine. I’m not coming back to the royal circles, you got to get on with the times,” he shrugged apologetically.
“I know. But I have a task for you, and this time it’s very important. It is imperative this one is handled properly,” Joaquin said dead-serious.
“What’s it about?”
“Unfortunately it’s top secret. You’d have to accept before you get any details on the matter.”
“Okay,” Guillermo said. It wasn’t uncommon for their speciality, being royalty handlers, or in his case the evolution of it, being a celebrity handler. The people involved were either very important or very wealthy, which made security and discretion a top priority. All the handlers were vetted of course and were expected to follow all safety procedures. Guillermo glanced at the top right corner of the screen, which showed a padlock, indicating an encrypted call. “Is it royalty or celebrity?”
“Both. In their culture it’s one and the same,” Joaquin said, picking out the words carefully.
“You know I don’t do royalty any more!”
“This is a special case. Trust me. The Diairetis family, the proper handling of her visit… It’s a matter of life and death. You know I wouldn’t say that lightly.”
“I haven’t heard of that family. How is that possible?” Guillermo started. There weren’t many royal families in the world, just over twenty countries with constitutional monarchy and a few families kicked out of their countries, like Greece did. Well, those are actually called ex-royals, but don’t call them that to their face. The point was, that Guillermo knew all the family trees by heart, which was required reading when studying under Joaquin.
“Well, you wouldn’t have,” Joaquin said raising his palm to stop him. “They’re an alien royal family.”