“If you need anything during your stay,” Dean said to Belinda as she passed by.
“Thank you, Dean,” Belinda said, reading his name tag.
It was standard that employees wore name tags. However, most of the time, they made up fake names, as a joke. This week all the fake names had been retired. Everyone was all business.
“This is certainly a unique place,” Belinda said as Jules started driving the cart around the grounds.
“Yes, it is,” Jules agreed and then continued with her planned speech about the grounds and the fun activities available to all guests—the horses, the boat activities, —and followed things up with the meals by celebrity chef Isaac Andrews, all while driving through the paved pathways that wound around the property.
“This is a very impressive facility. I’d like to see it all. Is there someone who can show me around after I get settled?” Belinda asked.
Thankfully, they had planned for this exact request. When they pulled up to the Hammock House, Jules knew instantly that the woman was impressed with the cabin.
Who wouldn’t be impressed with the two-story wood-sided cabin. Large windows looked out over a small stream and, yes, four hammocks hung on large pine and oak trees along the water’s edge.
Still, Belinda didn’t say anything as Levi appeared from the pathway and offered to take the bag up to the cabin.
Four stairs led to the front glass door of the eight-hundred-square-foot cabin. Most guests were impressed their first stay at how spacious and quaint each of the cabins were.
After Elle had overheard a handful of guests talking about wanting to stay in each of the unique cabins, they had created a punch card of sorts for guests so they could keep track of which cabins they had already stayed in and which ones were their favorites.
Their return customers loved the idea so much there were now T-shirts and key rings claiming the number of cabins they’d stayed in.
“Shall I show you around?” she offered.
“Please.” Belinda stepped inside.
Since this cabin was one of the newer ones that Aiden and his crew had built shortly before the camp opened, the inside was unique to the name it had. Small hammock designs were everywhere, from the knobs on the cabinets to small hammocks etched in the glass and mirrors.
Several large paintings depicted relaxing scenes of hammocks near the beach with palm trees, all from a local artist, of course. They were all for sale.
The bedroom was up a wrought iron spiral staircase and filled the entire loft above. Its views overlooked the treetops, giving a second layer of privacy to its occupants. There was a massive bathroom that Jules envied, as well as the sitting area and a small kitchenette.
All in all, the cabin, much like all the others, was homey and oozed comfort.
“This is your communications screen.” Jules walked over to the touch screen installed in each cabin. “From here, you can see what events or activities are available.” She swiped the screens to showcase several items, including yoga classes and massages. “If you wish to schedule, say a massage…” She clicked to the screen and hit an open slot. Instantly, Belinda’s name filled the allotted time. “To cancel…” She swiped again and the name disappeared. “You can order meals from here to be delivered to your door, or to be ready when you arrive at any of our three dining locations—the dining hall, the outdoor terrace, or the main pool deck bar and grill.” She scrolled to another screen. “This is your calendar. It will show you what you have signed up for, in case you forget. It will also show you what camp events are scheduled. Tonight’s theme for dinner is Neon or Glow Night.” Jules smiled. “If you didn’t bring something neon, don’t worry, they’ll be plenty of glow sticks to go around.” She shifted to look at Belinda, who was taking it all in. “I suggest attending at least one themed event during your stay. You won’t regret it. You can also download the app with access to all this by just scanning this QR code and logging in in with your cabin name and the last two digits of your credit card. Then you’ll have access to everything I just showed you, directly from your phone.”
Jules stood back and glanced around. “This is Levi, he’s going to show you around once you feel settled.”
“I’m ready now,” Belinda said eagerly.
Levi smiled. “Shall we take the golf cart?” he asked her.
“No, I’m ready for a walk. Let me just change my shoes,” Belinda answered.
“I placed your bag up the stairs on the bed,” Levi said. “I’ll be waiting just outside.”
“Thank you.” Belinda turned to Jules and, after digging in her bag, placed a fifty-dollar bill in her palm. “I don’t think I’ve ever been shown this much attention in my entire life,” she said with a wink. “You’re off to a very good start.”
Jules smiled. “That is the joy of this place. To us, this is our standard, every day. It’s one of the reasons I love working here. Have a pleasant stay. If you need anything”—she motioned to the screen— “I’m only a button away.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Damion and the other guys had been put in charge of showing the handful of journalists around the camp. He’d gotten a very stocky man in his late fifties by the name of Brian Clint. He’d never seen the guy on television, but he had heard his name before.
After helping the man get settled in one of the closer cabins—due to health issues, he required a cabin with no stairs—Damion drove the man around the grounds in a golf cart.
The guy actually took notes as they went along. He asked a ton of questions, none of them really about the camp. But he still noted each of the activities or events that were planned.