Billie Bob Jones
Even though Benedito's room was just across the hall from mine, his was nothing like mine. Instead of the semi-luxury suite I had his was a full on presidential suite. I had noticed he had a thing for cream white and dark furniture. I was no interior design expert but it almost reminded me of a trip I once took with Ma to a French designed hotel in Los Angeles.
The presidential suite was too custom for it too simply be a coincidence. The guard led me through multiple rooms until we reached the large balcony. Folding doors separated the inside from the outside, they were left open allowing a cool breeze to flood the suite.
