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Kit pulled up to the front of the Beverly Hills hotel and parked in the roundabout. She didn’t bother to get out of the car as her father was already coming through the brass plated doors held open by yet another impeccably dressed doorman. Although Melvin realized that the hotel had to employ at least six doormen to cover a 24/7 shift they were so uniformed in their character and appearance that even after several days of being a guest at the hotel he could hardly tell when there was a changing of the guard. Not surprisingly they all greeted him by name.
“Have a good evening Mr. Porter” the young man smiled and nodded at Kit as he helped Melvin into the car and gently closed the passenger side door. Kit leaned over and kissed her father on the cheek then waited a few minutes for him to settle in and buckle his seat belt being careful not to wrinkle his suit jacket. He looked dashing in his tuxedo and it was obvious that he’d visited the on-site barber shop for a fresh cut and shave. He was no doubt a very charismatic man. It was probably one of the characteristics that allowed him so much success but also aided in his manipulations of people and events to suit his purpose.
“You look very handsome Daddy.” Kit commented. Even though he was in his eighties she imagined that he still attracted women and probably hadn’t changed his philandering ways.
“And you look very beautiful Katy.” Melvin was sincere in his compliment of her attire but he knew it wasn’t the dress that made Kit look so beautiful this evening. It was the joy and happiness in her heart bursting through her very pores.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Kit answered as she put the car in gear and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. It was just a twenty-minute drive to the banquet hall where the event was being held so Kit started the conversation almost immediately. “David called me earlier.”
“Is that right?” Her father answered as if hearing from her son was an everyday occurrence.
“Did you know he was going to phone me this evening?” Kit asked casually not wanting to give away how irate she really was.