Archive for the ‘Abaconti’ Category

Maxwell Abaconti eyed the monitor with an old-fashioned sinking feeling. Even in black and white Emma Wakefield was a striking woman. Her boyish hair did nothing to detract from her feminine charms and she had the larger-than-life kind of looks that worked well on TV.  Even her eyes, a little too large for her head, […]

Maddy Merry sat back and examined the latest figures. The hotel had done well this quarter, in fact since the business with the crooked bar manager had been resolved the year before, things had gone very well. The only fly in the ointment was Abaconti himself. Even after she had proved herself the old man […]

Abaconti stood at the window watching the rain blast the city below while his son tried to placate the client. He was good under the circumstances, Abaconti thought. “Have you tried the salmon?” Tom Abaconti said casually. “We didn’t come all the way across the Atlantic to eat darn fish sandwiches,” the Texan drawled in […]

Abaconti hated reading in the back of the car. He also hated to admit it but it made him feel every bit as car sick as he did as a small boy. Then there was a jolt and the papers spilled on to the floor. “Sorry about that Mr Abaconti,” Alice, his driver, said anxiously. […]

Besides the driver, there were three of them in the car. That was way too many for Sam’s liking. Her father was beginning one of his scolding pep talks and she really could do without an audience. It was bad enough that her father had insisted on accompanying her to the Hotelier of the Year […]



Anna looked a little sheepish as she collected that morning’s coffee cups. “Leave that.” Maddy snapped without looking up when Anna went to take the half empty cup. “Yes Ms Merry.” Anna blushed. “Have you attended to everything else you were supposed to do this morning?” Maddy asked, paying more attention to her correspondence than […]