<div style="text-align: justify;">A nurses convention.<br/><br/>The Poseidon's Palace had a <em>very</em> good reputation for being one of the finest establishments on Aruba but even then Zehra Argun would not have imagined that they would be hosting a nurses convention cum retreat of four days. Split in two days of work and two days of complete pleasure for the people who were attending the convention. They needed the conference hall to read some papers, group discussion, sessions and so forth and also the full range of facilities that The Poseidon's Palace offered including visits to popular attractions as well as blistering nightlife of Aruba.<br/><br/>Zehra was of course, more than happy to have such a lucrative deal. It meant that they would be opening the new season with a bang.<br/><br/>Poseidon's Palace was her baby that they had founded twenty years ago after working in hospitality management for six years and then raising enough money to start her own establishment. Chief backer back then had been Lance de Ruyter, a wealthy Aruban who was interested in taking the facilities up on the island a notch. Zehra had brought some of her own capital in and Poseidon's Palace was born and thus, Zehra ended up leaving her beloved Turkey behind and shifting her base to Aruba. Ten years later, she had bought Lane's entire stake as well, becoming 100% and very proud owner of the establishment that had continued to get better.<br/><br/>She had come to enjoy life on Aruba. The sun did her good and so did the endless supply of gorgeous women that the island found itself teeming with owing to its all season destination status as long as you had money to spend.<br/><br/>Beginning of each season, she always liked to give a speech, to get everyone to shift their gears. Today, along with that, of course they had gathered together for a session to assess just how well prepared they were for the convention and whether everything was in top shape for the guests arriving in three days or not. One by one, Zehra had gone through each department. After dealing with chefs, the housekeeping, the adventure sports operators, the resident doctor [one at nurses con, ha!], the accounts, she had dismissed them one after another, leaving just Kelea and Lexie which had been the norm lately.<br/><br/>"Kelea, is everything in order? We've got a lot of people coming in and I'm pretty sure many of them would want their little bit of an oceanic adventure." Zehra asked Kelea. It took Kelea few seconds to register that and Zehra tapped her pen on the table.<br/><br/>"Kelea?"<br/><br/>That seemed to rouse Kelea from her slumber and she began explaining things one after another. Zehra took notes, she usually gave most of the section heads leeway in the way they handled things as long as they didn't exceed the generous budgets she offered to each department. Zehra believed in offering quality to the people who came to her resort because if you compromised on that, you might as well not be in the business was her firm belief. So occasionally, she didn't mind going an extra mile for things to remain top class.<br/><br/>"Mhmm...that's good! Tell Jorge to hurry up a little so that you can test them out as well before the guests arrive." Zehra noted. The shrug wasn't lost on her. "Unless you're saving one of them for a boat trip with you, me and Lexie of course. One where three makes the company."<br/><br/>She gave one of her trademark Zehra panty dropping winks before turning back to business. "Just kidding! Annnyywayyys, is there anything else? Lexie, what do we have?"</div>