Victor opened the car door for me. Forever the gentleman. I smiled to myself feeling so lucky to have him. He settled in the driver's seat and strapped the belt, sending me a side glance before starting the car. After a short drive we arrived in front of a hotel. I recognized it as the one we stayed in last time. As Victor led me inside with his hand on the small of my back. Everytime we crossed one of the staff, they nodded at us respectfully. "Good evening Mr Rinaldi" here and "Welcome Mr Rinaldi" there.
"Do you come here often?" I asked whispering. Even if he was a regular, it seemed too odd to ignore.
"I own the place." He replied in a whisper mimicking my tone.
Judging from his house, the designer suits and the expensive cars, it was clear that Victor was rich, but to what exten
