As he strode through the resort’s opulent lobby, the lead concierge was lining up the guest services staff for introductions.
“Welcome back, Mr. Huffenhoffer, we’ve been awaiting your arrival. Your preferred suite is ready. I hope it’s to your satisfaction this time.
“Tomorrow we’ll tour the valley you’re interested in acquiring. We’ll also meet the tribal elders.”
The tribe living in the heart of this rainforest had been reluctant to deal with outsiders, the billionaire knew. The last American who wanted some of their land suddenly backed out. Huffenhoffer intended to persuade them that his proposed luxury villas would provide the tribe long-term benefits.
He feigned interest in meeting resort employees until the concierge introduced his newest chefs and displayed a revamped menu.
“In your honor, Mr. Huffenhoffer, we’d like to host a dinner with the tribal elders. The resort’s other guests will be invited, of course.
“The dinner will feature some rare game found only in this part of the world plus the chefs’ creative take on a ceremonial dish the tribe members themselves eat. A tribal elder will assist our chefs in its preparation.
“We’re calling our sumptuous repast the Tribal Adventure.
“Our chefs promise it will be an extravagant experience — and to use a phrase popularized by you Americans — with a dish to die for.”