Roberto Speranza entered quietly the Place. Smartly dressed, just arrived from Milano, Italy, he had been invited by Mr. Blum to join the staff of the Place in Ibiza, so that he could serve a selected group of clients willing to pay what he deserved, ie a small fortune - at least, this is what Mr Blum had told him.  Quite differently from many other professionals in this kind of business, he liked the idea of being low profile and discreet. Maybe this is why some girls looked for him repeatedly and could be considered his "clients". Of course, he could speak about wines, horses, holidays in paradisiac places, modern art and all sorts of things people who dont have to work like to talk about.<br/><br/>As Roberto walked into the Place, he stopped and examined the area from the entrance. It was a really good property but it seemed that it had not yet started to work - it was almost empty. Where were all those rich girls that Mr Blum had promised him? Maybe they would come later, he thought.<br/><br/>Then, Roberto noticed the elegant French girl he had met at the Place in Paris. What was her name? There was a cowgirl next to her, but his eyes were only for the charming French girl. He could not remember. Anyway, she was standing at the reception behind a LCD with the same gracious smile of the last time they had met. Like all the hostess, she was not supposed to work and they were very well paid to decline any invitation from clients.<br/><br/>He walked towards the hostess with a large smile, ignoring the cowgirl. ""Good afternoon! I know we met before  in Paris, je pense. But I cannot remind your name. I know this is a serious fault - how could I forget the face behind such an angelical face?", he said knocking his head at the LCD to make a joke. He was unaware there was someone waiting for him by that time.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.tonymcdonnell.ie/images/suit-model-1.jpg)</div>