Chapter 11: Always Cut Close to the Bone“I’ll pick him up tomorrow, Mona,” I said, and then covering the phone speaker with my hand, waved Olivier over. “Please, tell Tom to start blanching the carrots, sweet peas, and—”
“He’s on it.” Olivier stopped in my office doorway. “No worries, okay?” He walked off.
“Nicola,” Mona snapped on the line. She always used the French version of my name and it irked me. “You’re not even listening.”
The other line beeped in my ear. Saturday night was upon me and I didn’t have time for Mona’s weekly sermon. “Hold on a second? Sorry.”
“Nic—”
But I took the other line. “Hello?” Meanwhile, I was clicking into my computer, amazed at the insane amount of emails stacking up in my inbox. Man, I needed Derek on this, pronto.
“Mr. Nicolai Lund?”
“Yeah. Yeah. W
