Chapter 90. Beaumont Hotel

John exited the taxi at the driveway of the hotel. He looked at the building with a fresh set of eyes. It was exquisitely built,the finest architecture he had seen in all his life. It was a victorian style building.  The building was atleast 22 stories high , The ivory white exterior with honey glow trimmings made it elegant in the sun or the moon. No matter the lighting the building stood out.

He saw the lincoln pull up just outside the entrance and Old Mr Walters stepped out, giving the valet guy the keys. John walked up the stairs just behind him. He watched as Patrick was greeted politely and ushered to a private seating area. 

As John walked following behind , the waitor stopped him in his tracks. Patrick turned around to look at the scene unfolding in front him. 

''Why are you following me, this is for the elite guests only'', the waitor said coldly.

John wanted to ask him if he knew who he was when he saw the waitor wink.

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