(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RemyAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">REMY BORDELON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front desk of the lobby<br/><strong>With:</strong>the Front desk slave<br/><br/>Remy walked into the Fairmont Hotel, excited to be surrounded by the wealth of Monaco for real - the hotel room he had been staying in after being rejected from the Fairmont at first was okay, but nothing special and even worse, it was on the outskirts of the city. He had been lucky enough to schmooze his way into the poker game last night to start making connections, but it was a close thing and he'd had to travel and wander the casino like a lost child at first. It just was unbecoming of a man, and especially of a man with his newfound wealth - and he demanded to be the kind of man that was wealthy and at ease with it because the world treated him the way they should.<br/><br/>And all of that, specifically the casino and the poker game, had lead him to the Fairmont and a quieter, more luxurious place to sleep next to the social center of Monaco. He had sat at the table with an Arab oil shiek and a few others and finally his first contact, Dr. Okello Okanjo. Remy, the new guy at the table, tried to be friendly and played poorly on purpose - not too awful but not well as he normally did. He'd spent the majority of his life with a deck of cards in his pocket and had paid for the majority of his bills with them. But when you were establishing yourself, you never wanted to make too many waves on the first night with no friends, you just wanted to be good enough to get invited back. So he had been friendly and easy to smile and lost more than he should have and bowed out at opportune times - like midway through the hand where the oil shiek thought he had everyone and after Remy had bled up the stakes higher and with Okanjo in the obvious chip lead, the oil shiek was backed in a corner and had seen Remy fold and thought Okanjo was bluffing and knew he had good cards so he bet his new Mercedes.<br/><br/>Remy had won a friend when Okanjo won the gold gullwing doors. He bought the table a few rounds and talked about fine whiskeys - they had all bought them before, Remy had just stolen a few bottles previously. But he was above that now, and he knew it when he got a call from the Fairmont this very morning informing him that their previously overbooked hotel just had a wonderful suite open up and if he was still interested in staying with the Hotel for his visit. He got a dinner for free for such an inconvenience after he'd already settled in elsewhere, but said he would be there shortly if they'd kindly send a car, which they did and it made him grin.<br/><br/>He walked up to the front desk, setting his black worn leather luggage down as he talked with the front desk slave,<strong>"Remy Bordelon, checking in, thank you." </strong><br/><br/>She smiled back at him,<strong>"Oh yes, Mr. Bordelon, you have room 506, it has quite the excellent view of the coast where the balcony looks out to. Will that suit you, sir?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yes, that sounds excellent,"</strong>he replied.<br/><br/><strong>"Wonderful. Sir, if you would, please sign our guest register and I can ring up a bell-hop to assist you with your bags or if you prefer you can just the elevator and this key and settle in. Please make yourself at home and ring us at the front desk if you need anything,"</strong>she said, handing him the room key.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm quite tired from my travel, I'll just go up myself. Thank you,"</strong>he said. In truth, he would have been interested in a bell-hop and the slave uniform that the Fairmont would have kept the woman in, but more  he just wanted to not bother with masking his excitement when he walked into the gold gilded elevator and into the apartment suite, which he knew would be bigger than his previous apartment in Paris and with an outstanding view and room fixtures that weren't leaking and from the last century. He didn't want to hold himself back from showing his excitement at living like an American rap star, instead of the poor Frenchman gambler and courier life he had lived previously.<br/><br/>And the room did not disappoint. It had it's own small kitchenette but more luxouriously appointed than his microwave had been previously, sitting and receiving room that lead out to the balcony and a large master room, again with a sliding door to the balcony and the ocean. He had a large tv in the center and a comfortable and richly decorated apartment. It was very classic modern looking, with contemporary takes on classic sensibility that just stank of money. Remy set his bag down and closed the door and walked about, inspecting his new lifestyle and then he went out to the balcony.<br/><br/>He clenched his fist and grinned,<strong>"I have arrived. Now to make this eternity."</strong>He had won, so far, and it was just about continuing.<br/><br/>He went back into the master suite and saw the office table and the small note there,<em>Mr. Bordelon, Dr. Okanjo has requested you call him at your convenience.</em><strong>"Well, I suppose I had better ring my new friend then,"</strong>he said to himself and picked up the phone and dialed.<br/><br/>His personal cellphone rang, and Remy let it ring a few more times before it went to voicemail. Okello had talked about this lovely new slave he had acquired, and figured that he might be slightly preoccupied.<strong>"Okello, this is Remy; I've arrived at the Fairmont and I'm in 506. Give me a ring about tonight. Talk to you then, enjoy yourself."</strong>