It didn’t really matter. The room was empty now. The tables had all been folded up and placed against the wall. The chairs all stacked up beside them. The bar in the far corner of the room with its shutter half closed. The trays of glasses now all clean covering the counter. The Grand Ballroom. Although there wasn’t anything too grand about it these days. What once had been the focal point of the thriving hotel was now really nothing more than a large room that needed a lick of paint and some new curtains. Luiz would see to that eventually. As he saw to everything else in this place. Eventually.

He’d been Head of Maintenance here for some forty years now. If he stopped to think about it he’d grown old and slightly tattered with the place himself.