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Authors: Rick Chesler
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deleted the shark video and everything else except for the shots of the intake pipe.
Then he ejected the memory card, and headed over to the engineering building.
Chapter 10
“It’s fucking hot in here, Stanley!”
Priscilla Doherty, wife of Stanley Doherty, owner of one of the NBA’s most celebrated teams, fanned herself with a room service menu while she lay in bed.
“Relax, I’ll see if I can find a thermostat control somewhere.” He looked around their suite. “I guess it won’t be on that wall,” he joked, pointing to the floor-to-ceiling acrylic window looking out on the reef.
“Seriously, Stan! I wanted to go to Bora Bora, and the over-water bungalows. You said this place would be amazing. I guess it is if you’re looking for an underwater sauna.”
“Oh, c’mon, look at that! It’s pretty damn amazing don’t you think?” He swept an arm out the window, where a school of fish suddenly darted out of view.
“You want to know what I think? I think they’re still working the kinks out of this place, Stan. I don’t know why we had to be in the first group of guests. Let someone else be the guinea pigs, I say. All those accident liability waivers we had to sign...”
Stanley gave up looking around for a thermostat, and instead picked up the room phone. “All right, all right, I’ll call the front desk.” Priscilla sighed heavily while he held the receiver to his ear. She listened to the one-way conversation while fanning herself at an ever-increasing pace.
“Yes, hello, this is Stanley Doherty. My wife and I are in the Manta Ray Suite, and it’s awfully hot in here. I wonder if you could be so kind as to tell me where the thermostat is, or if you can adjust it from your end.”
“You’re too damned polite, Stan,” his wife heckled him from the bed. He swatted the air in her direction, and furrowed his brow. He nodded and said “uh-huh,” and “I see,” “Okay...” a few times before hanging up.
“What’d they say?” Priscilla peered at him over the top of her makeshift fan.
He took a deep breath before answering. “She told me there’s a problem with the hotel’s air conditioning right now—the entire hotel, not just our suite—but that it should be fixed soon.”
Priscilla let the menu drop to cover her naked breasts. “Oh, great! ‘Soon’! How soon is ‘soon’?”
“I didn’t ask. They’re working on it, that’s all she meant.”
“Well, you should ask, Stanley!”
“She said that it’s a little cooler in the common areas of the hotel. Why don’t we go out and try the restaurant, get some lunch?”
“Are you even hungry?”
“I could eat, yeah.”
She glanced at part of the menu she’d been fanning herself with, and appeared less than enthusiastic. He added, “If it’s still too hot when we go to the restaurant, we’ll take the tram back up to the beach, and get something to eat up there, how’s that? She said they have topside bures they could put us in if we don’t want to stay here while they’re fixing the problem.”
She snapped her head up. “I thought you said she said it would be fixed soon ?”
“That’s what she said.”
“Well, if she’s offering alternative accommodations already, how confident could she be that they’ll have it fixed anytime soon?”
“I really don’t know, honey. I’m just telling you what she said. You want to go eat?”
Chapter 11
Al Johnson screwed up his features into a visage of extreme distaste as he viewed the video White played of the SWAC intake pipe. He wagged his head slowly from side to side.
“ Not good, James. Not good at all.”
The room of marine engineers was silent, a huddle of pen-twirling, tablet-pecking geeks who knew their work was more than cut out for them.
“Can you please elaborate?” White watched as Johnson backed up the video to a frame of interest and froze it there. He pointed with the tip of a pen to an area on
Then he ejected the memory card, and headed over to the engineering building.
Chapter 10
“It’s fucking hot in here, Stanley!”
Priscilla Doherty, wife of Stanley Doherty, owner of one of the NBA’s most celebrated teams, fanned herself with a room service menu while she lay in bed.
“Relax, I’ll see if I can find a thermostat control somewhere.” He looked around their suite. “I guess it won’t be on that wall,” he joked, pointing to the floor-to-ceiling acrylic window looking out on the reef.
“Seriously, Stan! I wanted to go to Bora Bora, and the over-water bungalows. You said this place would be amazing. I guess it is if you’re looking for an underwater sauna.”
“Oh, c’mon, look at that! It’s pretty damn amazing don’t you think?” He swept an arm out the window, where a school of fish suddenly darted out of view.
“You want to know what I think? I think they’re still working the kinks out of this place, Stan. I don’t know why we had to be in the first group of guests. Let someone else be the guinea pigs, I say. All those accident liability waivers we had to sign...”
Stanley gave up looking around for a thermostat, and instead picked up the room phone. “All right, all right, I’ll call the front desk.” Priscilla sighed heavily while he held the receiver to his ear. She listened to the one-way conversation while fanning herself at an ever-increasing pace.
“Yes, hello, this is Stanley Doherty. My wife and I are in the Manta Ray Suite, and it’s awfully hot in here. I wonder if you could be so kind as to tell me where the thermostat is, or if you can adjust it from your end.”
“You’re too damned polite, Stan,” his wife heckled him from the bed. He swatted the air in her direction, and furrowed his brow. He nodded and said “uh-huh,” and “I see,” “Okay...” a few times before hanging up.
“What’d they say?” Priscilla peered at him over the top of her makeshift fan.
He took a deep breath before answering. “She told me there’s a problem with the hotel’s air conditioning right now—the entire hotel, not just our suite—but that it should be fixed soon.”
Priscilla let the menu drop to cover her naked breasts. “Oh, great! ‘Soon’! How soon is ‘soon’?”
“I didn’t ask. They’re working on it, that’s all she meant.”
“Well, you should ask, Stanley!”
“She said that it’s a little cooler in the common areas of the hotel. Why don’t we go out and try the restaurant, get some lunch?”
“Are you even hungry?”
“I could eat, yeah.”
She glanced at part of the menu she’d been fanning herself with, and appeared less than enthusiastic. He added, “If it’s still too hot when we go to the restaurant, we’ll take the tram back up to the beach, and get something to eat up there, how’s that? She said they have topside bures they could put us in if we don’t want to stay here while they’re fixing the problem.”
She snapped her head up. “I thought you said she said it would be fixed soon ?”
“That’s what she said.”
“Well, if she’s offering alternative accommodations already, how confident could she be that they’ll have it fixed anytime soon?”
“I really don’t know, honey. I’m just telling you what she said. You want to go eat?”
Chapter 11
Al Johnson screwed up his features into a visage of extreme distaste as he viewed the video White played of the SWAC intake pipe. He wagged his head slowly from side to side.
“ Not good, James. Not good at all.”
The room of marine engineers was silent, a huddle of pen-twirling, tablet-pecking geeks who knew their work was more than cut out for them.
“Can you please elaborate?” White watched as Johnson backed up the video to a frame of interest and froze it there. He pointed with the tip of a pen to an area on
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