The town car pulled up to the old world hotel, a towering building of white facade and marble steps.<br/><br/>Jennifer climbed out of the car and a valet appeared to open the trunk and take out her suitcase, carrying it inside for her.  Jennifer followed him, brushing a few strands of hair back from her oval face as she walked up to the reception desk.<br/><br/>"Hello," she greeted the receptionist, a pretty dark haired Russian girl.  She pulled out her pass port and Visa, handing them over for inspection.  "My name is Jennifer Hill, I have a reservation."<br/><br/>The girl took the Visa, typing something in her computer, then returned to hand over a key.<br/><br/>Once she had her key, Jennifer walked over towards the elevator, the porter carrying her suitcase.  She punched the button to summon the elevator car and then sighed.  She was quite tired from the long flight.  She couldn`t wait to shower, take a nap and then change.