CHAPTER ONE
LUCKY
The Keys was Lucky Santangelo Golden's dream hotel, but sometimes one can dream bigger, and Lucky had decided that she should create something even more special. She was at a place in her life where she felt ready for a new challenge. Everything was running smoothly; her kids were all doing well. Bobby, with his chain of successful clubs. Max, busy making a name for herself in London as an up-and-coming model. Young Gino Junior and Leo (Lennie's son, whom she'd adopted) were ensconced in summer camp, while her father, Gino, was happily living out his days in Palm Springs with his fourth wife, Paige.
So Lucky had decided it was time to shake things up, and she'd come up with the idea of building a hotel/casino/apartment complex plus a movie studio. This was something nobody had done before. Why not? It was a brilliant idea.
When she'd told her filmmaker husband, Lennie, he'd thought it was a crazy concept, although certainly doable. The movie community would love it. Everything in one place. And it wasn't as if Lucky was a newcomer to making movies-she'd owned and run Panther Studios for several years. She was the Lady Boss. Lucky Santangelo could do anything she chose to do.
Today she was lunching with a team of architects that she was considering hiring. One of her favorite moves was testing people, observing their strengths and weaknesses, deciding if working with them would be calm or stressful.
Danny, her trusty assistant, accompanied her on the way to the Asian, an elegant Chinese restaurant located in her hotel.
Danny was one of the few privy to the fact that she was plotting and planning on building yet another fantastic Vegas complex. Danny got it. He understood that the Keys-a truly amazing combination of grand hotel, luxurious apartments, and one of the best casinos in Vegas-was simply not enough for her. As usual, his dynamic boss wanted more.
The moment Lucky entered the restaurant, conversation stopped and people stared. They couldn't help themselves. Lucky had a magnetic, charismatic quality about her. She radiated beauty, power, passion, and strength. A lethal combination.
Danny relished every minute of the way people reacted when they saw Lucky. She deserved the attention. She was a true star, an incredibly smart businesswoman who could achieve anything she set her mind to. The thing about Lucky was that she needed to be collaborative, but she also needed to be in control. Nobody told Lucky Santangelo what to do. Her motto was "If I'm going to fail, I'll fail on my own mistakes, not on someone else's." Her other motto was "Never fuck with a Santangelo."
Danny had both mottos engraved on two coffee mugs that sat in the kitchen of his L.A. apartment along with his somewhat mangy cat, Ethel.
They were lunching at the Asian because although most meetings took place in the boardroom, at other times Lucky liked to see for herself how efficiently everything was running. Danny could just imagine the panic taking place in the kitchen. Ms. Santangelo is in the house. Everything has to be perfect.
Lucky strode through the restaurant, unaware of the buzz of excitement she was causing. The two men and one woman she was meeting with jumped to their feet as she approached. Danny detected much nervous tension.
Lucky immediately put them all at ease. "How's everyone today?" she asked, flashing them a dazzling smile.
Everything about Lucky was dazzling-from her wild mass of long dark curls to her deep olive skin and her black-as-night eyes. Lucky was ageless, and she exuded sex appeal; she always had.
"All the better for seeing you," one of the men managed. He was balding and nervous, a trait many people exhibited when meeting Lucky for the first time.
Directing her attention to the female of the group, an attractive black woman in her early forties, Lucky said, "You must be Nina. I've heard many positive things about your work. In fact, I should tell you that you're the main reason I requested this meeting."
Danny watched the men shrivel. He knew what they were thinking: Nina worked for them, not alongside them. She was a junior partner in their firm, but Lucky had insisted they bring Nina to the meeting. Ah yes, Lucky was all about female power-it pleased her to see other women succeed.
Nina blossomed. She was full of ideas that Lucky seemed to be into, and the meeting went well once the two men realized that Nina could turn out to be an asset, not a threat.
"If we get together on this," Lucky announced at the conclusion of lunch, "then I expect Nina to head up your team. How do you feel about that?"
The men nodded. This could be an enormous project, and if Lucky Santangelo wanted Nina, that's exactly who she'd get.
Danny escorted Lucky out of the restaurant, reminding her of the agenda for the rest of the day. She had more meetings; a drink with her superstar friend Venus, who was currently shooting a movie in Vegas; then a late-night flight back to her other home in L.A.
Lucky divided her time between her Vegas penthouse and her Malibu beach house. In Vegas it was mostly work. In Malibu she could sit back and relax-especially when Lennie was home, which wasn't always the case. Like his wife, Lennie was a workaholic. Once a stand-up comedian and then a movie star, his current passion was writing, producing, and directing his own independent movies.
Lennie spent a lot of time on location.
Lucky spent a lot of time in Vegas.
Time apart boded well for their marriage. They had never been happier-for when they were in the same place, things were as steamy as the first time they'd gotten together. It helped that Lennie was a master of tantric sex, and that Lucky had always maintained a wild streak in the bedroom. It amused her when married people complained about their sex life being boring. Didn't they realize that it wasn't their sex life, it was them-allowing themselves to fall into a state of lethargy and disinterest? Nothing like disinterest to put the brakes on adventures in the bedroom.
After more meetings, Lucky felt in need of a drink. She was looking forward to seeing Venus. Once so close, over the last year they'd kind of lost touch. Lucky understood why. First of all, Venus had abandoned her latest boy toy and hooked up with Hugo Santos, a Venezuelan avant-garde filmmaker who obviously saw the platinum-blond superstar as much more than a luscious world-famous sex symbol. He'd moved in on Venus big-time and taken over her career. She was currently playing a drugged-out whore in his gritty movie Woman.
Venus viewed Hugo Santos as her intellectual savior, while Lucky considered him to be a grasping opportunist who saw Venus as his ticket to conquer Hollywood.
The second reason they'd drifted apart was Max, and her fleeting thing with Billy Melina-Venus's ex-husband. Max making out with her best friend's ex was more than awkward.
Lucky had never discussed it with Venus, and fortunately, the burgeoning romance between Billy and Max had fizzled-with a little help from Lennie, who'd visited Billy and told him in no uncertain terms to stay away from his teenage daughter or there'd be major repercussions. Faced with pressure from his team of advisers as well, Billy had complied, and Max had taken off to London, where she now resided. Lucky missed her, although not as much as Lennie did. Lennie was way too protective, while Lucky knew it was good for Max to be out on her own experiencing independence.
Lucky waited for Venus on a secluded terrace overlooking the golf course. Usually Venus liked to make an entrance, but today she'd requested that they meet somewhere quiet. Lucky had agreed, and now she was sitting on the terrace sipping a Campari and orange juice. Closing her eyes for a moment, she imagined the new hotel complex she was planning. A hotel attached to a movie studio. How fantastic! How innovative! And even though it would take at least two or three years to build, she was excited. It occurred to her that maybe she'd even start producing movies again. She'd always enjoyed the process, and it could be fun, another challenge. Perhaps she and Lennie could work on something together. Although if they did that, they'd probably kill each other.
She smiled at the thought of two incredibly stubborn people working side by side. No. It was never going to happen.
A woman was walking toward her. A dark-haired woman wearing frumpy clothes and old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but Lucky wasn't sure what it was until the woman pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.
Oh my God, Lucky thought, her mind spinning. It's Venus!
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