“Well… here we are” John called as the family entered the Scheherazade Hotel that Sharon’s boss had set them up at for the vacation as a special bonus. “You sure everything is alright?” Julie asked as they approached the reception desk. “Laurans herself stayed here a number of times we only few issues from neighbouring town or city visitors” Sharon assured. This being over how the town the hotel was in, on the edges of the Egypt and the seas, was notably among the rare places in the middle east where religion was not fixed into either law or only a single option of choice but gender equality was along the lines of the family’s western homelands, something a number of neighbours cities hated but laws inhibited them from openly acting somehow. “Personally I’m still amazed your employer would be this generous mum” Derrick then admitted.
“Ah may I help you?” this kind sounding yet dressed wearing a highly-advanced mask as far as the Andersons could guess of a falcon designed to move perfectly with his words and while dressed in a posh yellow suit his nametag only said ‘Horus;manager and Owner’ on it. “Sharon Anderson, Husband John and children Julie and Derrick” Sharon answered “My boss Donna Laurans set us up here for two and a half weeks”. “Ah you’re this employee of Mrs Laurans she called ahead about” the manager remarked kindly before going over something on his computer…
…and after finding what he had been looking for “and your in luck with the suite Mrs Lauran arranged for you”. “No way, we’re staying in a suite?” Julie responded in surprise. “Don’t sound so surprised my dear, in this hotel all guest rooms are suites and depending on your experience or viewpoint are between what many high-profile hotels suite and standard Hotel rooms” the manager assured “That being said if anything is wrong down the line you can request a section transfer”. “We’ll keep that in mind” John accepted: