She clicked on an icon and a website appeared. “This is the delegate website that I maintain for our clients. I tailor it for every convention, based on what their interests are, where they’d like to eat, that sort of thing. Of course, I have to ensure all our customer companies are represented in some way, but very often, convention reps will tell me if delegates have particular needs. I try to organize the data in a way that makes sense for each group.”
Dana handed Alex the mouse and he perused a couple of the pages. She had placed a vibrant “Welcome to Las Vegas” page at the start. With links to YouTube and succinct blurbs from travel magazines, it caught the eye. Unlike so many of the advertisements for Vegas, it wasn’t focused solely on gambling. It included images from theater shows, fine dining, and a sumptuous hotel room.
“Hey,” he said with a smile. “That’s a Vice room.”
“Of course. It’s the hotel they want, so I included it. The rooms at Vice are outstanding. I want them to feel indulged, right from the get go. I have stock photos for every hotel on the Strip, but what’s the use of including a picture from the Luxor if they aren’t going to stay there?”
“I like the images you used. That’s a nice collage of the bedding and the marble in the washrooms. I didn’t realize we had those kinds of stock photos.”
“You don’t. I took some of my own shots when I was there. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. These are excellent.”
“Thanks. I’ve always thought a good picture should engage the senses. Look around any room at Vice and you’ll see the most amazing textures. Silk, marble, metal. It seems a shame not to show that off. That’s why people want to stay at your hotel. It’s a feast for the senses.”
She was good at her job. Very good. “Show me more.”
As Dana reached for the mouse again, their hands touched. A spark of electricity made her gasp.
Alex fought the urge to clear the table with his arm and lay her on it.
She cleared her throat as she clicked on another page. “Well, my contact has told me which cities the mystery writers are coming from, so I’ve put together a “Getting Here” page, which will show how many miles are between them and Vegas.”
“I like it. The page has good information, without being cluttered.”
“Thanks. There are pages for dining, shows, sports, and of course gambling. I have a page on what to do in the surrounding areas. I’ve even made up some digital postcards so delegates can send them to family when the time comes. See? You click on the back of the card, write an email address and a message, and voila! It’s sent, without ever having to buy a stamp.”
“You love your job, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” She sat back. “I really do.”
“It shows.”
“Thanks, Alex.”
“I can see that’ll make it very hard for me to steal you away.”
“From my work?”
“No. From your job. Come work for me, Dana.”
“What?” She shoved his good arm. “Get out.”
“I mean it. You already know my conventions team. I’d have no trouble putting you in charge of them. You’d be doing the same sort of work, only for Vice, Sin, and Luxe.”
“Alex. You’re joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking? What do you make right now?”
“That’s a personal question.”
“If I don’t ask it, how will I know what to double?”
Her mouth fell open. “You want todoublemy salary?”
“I don’t mess around.”
“I should warn you. I’m not cheap.”
