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“ So, we’re here ladies,” Padma said
enthusiastically. She traveled a lot, but this is the first time
she’d had the privilege of having two younger women to come with
her – relatives that she wanted to mold into business women like
herself. The idea of it excited her so much so that she was
developing a new idea for a charity – about women helping women and
empowering each other instead of dragging each other down – a place
where business women who were at the top of their fields could
choose a woman to mold, teach the business and help them to become
successful.
“This is so exciting,”
Lalita said, fixing her hair, gathering the loose strands and using
her fingers to rake them back behind a silver headband.
“I didn’t think Tyson was
going to let go of your hand this morning, Gabrielle. He was
holding you so tight, it’s a wonder you had blood circulation in
your fingers.” Padma chuckled.
“Yeah, it was hard for
him, even though he tried to pretend to be okay. Shoot, it was hard
for me too. I haven’t been away from my hubby for an extended
period of time.”
“Oh, stop it,” Lalita said
in her thick, Indian accent. “You newlyweds make me sick. Just wait
until you’re years into it...you’ll be glad to push him out the
door. I’m happy just to get out of the house alone to check the
mailbox.”
The women laughed
together.
“Tyson will be fine
anyway,” Padma said. “He stays just as busy as I do.”
“That’s true,” Gabrielle
said.
Padma headed to the front
desk of the ritzy place with Gabrielle and Lalita in tow. She
checked in, handed them their keycards and waved the bellhop to the
elevator, as if they couldn’t carry their own overnight bags to
their rooms. They took the elevator up to the eleventh floor. When
they arrived, Padma said, “Okay, I’m in 1151 and you ladies are in
1172.”
“Okay, 1151 is right down
here,” the bellhop said.
Once at the room, Padma
showed him which bag was hers. After giving the gentleman a tip, he
headed to the room where Gabrielle and Lalita would temporarily
call home.
“I’ll come get you ladies
for dinner,” Padma shouted at the women as they walked down a long
hallway. “We’re going to go to The Blue Room
downstairs.”
“Okay,” Gabrielle
said.
Turning the corner, they
found their room. Lalita smiled when she opened the door to reveal
their double-queen beds. Her face lit up like she was on a
Booking.com commercial.
Gabrielle gave the
bellhop a tip and looked around. The hotel room had a living room
complete with a couch, loveseat and coffee table. Off the living
room was a balcony big enough to comfortably seat ten people. There
was a refrigerator, microwave, a flat screen TV mounted on the wall
and cool room décor that made the place a comfortable
retreat.
Lalita came out of the
bathroom and said, “OMG, Gabrielle. There’s a Jacuzzi in
there.”
Gabrielle smiled. She
wondered why Lalita was so excited to see the elegance of this
place when she lived in a four bedroom home furnished by designers.
Her ensuite bathroom was as big as the master bedroom. She had a
walk-in closet that could be an extra bedroom if that’s what they
wanted.
Gabrielle walked to the
bathroom, quickly looked around and said, “Padma certainly knows
how to travel in style.” She rolled her bag to the bed closest to
the windows. Then she sat on the bed, took out her phone and called
Tyson.
“You there?” he
answered.
“Yes, I’m
here.”
Tyson blew a sigh of
relief. “Good. Are you all checked-in at the hotel?”
“Yep...in the room now,
sitting on the bed.”
“Wish I was there. We’d
have to boot Lalita.”
“Tyson...” Gabrielle
blushed as if Lalita could hear what Tyson was saying. There’s no
way she could since he wasn’t on speakerphone. Still, she felt her
cheeks become red as they always did when Tyson talked to her that
way. She would never get used to it.
“What? You know I love me
some Gabrielle
“ So, we’re here ladies,” Padma said
enthusiastically. She traveled a lot, but this is the first time
she’d had the privilege of having two younger women to come with
her – relatives that she wanted to mold into business women like
herself. The idea of it excited her so much so that she was
developing a new idea for a charity – about women helping women and
empowering each other instead of dragging each other down – a place
where business women who were at the top of their fields could
choose a woman to mold, teach the business and help them to become
successful.
“This is so exciting,”
Lalita said, fixing her hair, gathering the loose strands and using
her fingers to rake them back behind a silver headband.
“I didn’t think Tyson was
going to let go of your hand this morning, Gabrielle. He was
holding you so tight, it’s a wonder you had blood circulation in
your fingers.” Padma chuckled.
“Yeah, it was hard for
him, even though he tried to pretend to be okay. Shoot, it was hard
for me too. I haven’t been away from my hubby for an extended
period of time.”
“Oh, stop it,” Lalita said
in her thick, Indian accent. “You newlyweds make me sick. Just wait
until you’re years into it...you’ll be glad to push him out the
door. I’m happy just to get out of the house alone to check the
mailbox.”
The women laughed
together.
“Tyson will be fine
anyway,” Padma said. “He stays just as busy as I do.”
“That’s true,” Gabrielle
said.
Padma headed to the front
desk of the ritzy place with Gabrielle and Lalita in tow. She
checked in, handed them their keycards and waved the bellhop to the
elevator, as if they couldn’t carry their own overnight bags to
their rooms. They took the elevator up to the eleventh floor. When
they arrived, Padma said, “Okay, I’m in 1151 and you ladies are in
1172.”
“Okay, 1151 is right down
here,” the bellhop said.
Once at the room, Padma
showed him which bag was hers. After giving the gentleman a tip, he
headed to the room where Gabrielle and Lalita would temporarily
call home.
“I’ll come get you ladies
for dinner,” Padma shouted at the women as they walked down a long
hallway. “We’re going to go to The Blue Room
downstairs.”
“Okay,” Gabrielle
said.
Turning the corner, they
found their room. Lalita smiled when she opened the door to reveal
their double-queen beds. Her face lit up like she was on a
Booking.com commercial.
Gabrielle gave the
bellhop a tip and looked around. The hotel room had a living room
complete with a couch, loveseat and coffee table. Off the living
room was a balcony big enough to comfortably seat ten people. There
was a refrigerator, microwave, a flat screen TV mounted on the wall
and cool room décor that made the place a comfortable
retreat.
Lalita came out of the
bathroom and said, “OMG, Gabrielle. There’s a Jacuzzi in
there.”
Gabrielle smiled. She
wondered why Lalita was so excited to see the elegance of this
place when she lived in a four bedroom home furnished by designers.
Her ensuite bathroom was as big as the master bedroom. She had a
walk-in closet that could be an extra bedroom if that’s what they
wanted.
Gabrielle walked to the
bathroom, quickly looked around and said, “Padma certainly knows
how to travel in style.” She rolled her bag to the bed closest to
the windows. Then she sat on the bed, took out her phone and called
Tyson.
“You there?” he
answered.
“Yes, I’m
here.”
Tyson blew a sigh of
relief. “Good. Are you all checked-in at the hotel?”
“Yep...in the room now,
sitting on the bed.”
“Wish I was there. We’d
have to boot Lalita.”
“Tyson...” Gabrielle
blushed as if Lalita could hear what Tyson was saying. There’s no
way she could since he wasn’t on speakerphone. Still, she felt her
cheeks become red as they always did when Tyson talked to her that
way. She would never get used to it.
“What? You know I love me
some Gabrielle
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