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We’ve reached the reception desk by now, and a concierge in a trendy Nehru jacket smiles at us "Good afternoon, Mr Brandon," he says "And Miss Bloomwood Welcome to Blakeley Hall"

He knew our names! We didn’t even have to tell him! No wonder celebrities come here

"I’ve put you in roo the rose garden"

"Great," says Luke "Becky, which paper would you like in the ?"

"The Financial Ti "So that’s one FT -- and a Daily World for ive him a suspicious look, but his face is co?" says the concierge, tapping at his computer "Or coffee?"

"Coffee, please," says Luke "For both of us, I think" He looks at ly, and I nod

"You’ll find a cone in your rooe, "and room service is available twenty-four hours"

I have to say I’m very impressed This really is a top-class place They know your face ine -- and they haven’t even mentioned my Special Express parcel yet Obviously they realize it’s a irl doesn’t necessarily want her boyfriend knowing about every single package that is delivered to her -- and are going to wait until Luke is out of earshot until they tell ood hotel

"If there’s anything else you require, Miss Bloofully, "please don’t hesitate to let

"I will, don’t worry," I say, and give hifully toward Luke, and the concierge gives ot no idea what I’ood!

Eventually, Luke finishes the for, old-fashioned room key, and summons a porter

"I don’t think we need any help," says Luke, with a smile, and lifts up o on up," I say "I just want to… check so For tomorrow" I smile at Luke and after a moment, to my relief, he heads off toward the staircase

As soon as he’s out of earshot, I swivel back to the desk

"I’ll take it now," Iin a drawer He raises his head and looks at me in surprise

"I’fully "You can give it to one"

A flicker of apprehension passes over the concierge’s face

"What exactly--"