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Don Marcello Lodges At The Cottage
Author: Amanfu
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One of the lodgers greeted Mrs P from the balcony of his chalet.

She gave him a wave.

In the restaurant, she asked the service girls who parked the Bugatti. They told her the new lodger.

"OK," she said, "another super customer."

She sat in her restaurant because, soon, the men without whom she may not prosper in her business may be coming. They were the regular billionaires who trusted her way: How she ran things for them codedly.

Don Marcello came down to the coded restaurant and spotted her and sat with her. "Am I welcome? " Both of them gave each other a courteous smile.

"You're highly welcome. I hope you're the new lodger? " asked Mrs P.

Don Marcello nodded.

"Do you know I'm the proprietress of this place? " she asked him.

Don Marcello both nodded and smiled.

Mrs P wanted to know his intention of sitting with her. She is the proprietress, not searching.

As she cleared that point, she then began the PR. "How do you see this place? Just your honest rating. "

Don Marcello smiled again. "Well. Four stars," he said.

"So, we're doing well. What are we not doing right? " asked Mrs P.

"The girl I am searching for isn't here," said Don Marcello.

"Honestly? " reacted Mrs P, Joyce Parker.

"Yeah." Don Marcello agreed.

"You want a good girl that billionaire's as you die for? " asked Joyce Parker.

Don Marcello asked, " How do you know am a billionaire? "

"It's apparent," she said, honestly

"How, tell me? " Don Marcello wanted to know.

"Are you not? " Mrs P asked him.

"I gave a sincere rating of this place, " Don Marcello said," now, it's your turn to rate what I cherish, you won't. "

"What do you cherish? "

"Myself. I want to know how the next person sees me."

"Hey! " Mrs P waved to one of the service girls.

She asked Don Marcello what he cared for.

"Cognac and block," he said.

The service girl served them.

"Not your car only. The composure, when a man is satisfied, you will see it and a modern man can't be satisfied with just millions," explained Mrs P, Joyce Parker.

"I love the logic." Don Marcello agreed "But am not satisfied. " he said.

"Excuse me, there is no perfect satisfaction anyway but when a man is swimming in money, he may pretend to be poor, but the skin cannot hide. "

"Yeah, yeah. " Don Marcello understood." But this skin glowed more than this before. "

"What's your little fry? "

He had left Cosa for 30 days what else would prevent him from starting his mission?

"I'm looking for my wife. I offended her she ran away. I have been to two towns."

"In search of her? "

"Yes. "

"Did she give you any inkling to think she went to those towns? "asked Mrs P.

"I'm nosing around and making offers"

" This is serious. Have you gone to her friends?" asked Mrs P.

"For all I know, she had no friends."

"How come? She had no friends? You didn't allow her to have friends. You can see."

It fitted what Melissa said. He talked her out of having friends.

"What do you do here, apart from lodging? Don Marcello asked.

"Here is a home for billionaires as I said earlier. Billionaires who love coded love."

Would he ask her to assemble her girls? Or stay longer here to see them all.

Melissa was not a flirt, but a situation could change a girl.

"Don Marcello was Melissa's ex-husband, no doubt."Mrs P believed wholeheartedly" Telling Melissa that her ex is looking for her will trouble her life."

She chose her best option, to tell her sister-in-law or husband to beware.

Don Marcello stayed two days and watched girls come in and go.

Where next would he go to? How would the journey next be?

Would he get a spark of light?

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