CHARLOTTE
She chuckled and shoved the phone into her pocket. “Well, we’ve got enough time to talk about it. Now,” she pointed to the road ahead, “we’re getting you where you want to be. You said it was close to Signor Thiago’s favorite restaurant, right?”
“Yes. I... We...” I stammered and cleared my throat. “We had dinner there last night. Was that him?”
“On the phone? No,” she answered, reaching for the dashboard to turn on the radio. Music played softly as we edged into the city’s center. “It was his aide. They’ve arrived safely.”
“That’s good news,” I said with a relieved sigh. “It’s a perfect time to discuss some of the many things we absolutely need to talk about. You mentioned something in the elevator the first time I came to the penthouse,” I added, and she arched an eyebrow.
