Chapter 27Even with all the coffee she drank the evening before, Talya woke up the next morning feeling rested. She had fallen asleep on top of the covers. Somehow fatigue must have dragged her down into never-never land quickly enough.
And, wouldn’t you know it? The telephone rang. She picked up the receiver still lying on the bed.
“Hello?”
The receptionist was on the line.
“Good morning, Madame Kartz, sorry to disturb you but Maître Sangor is here and he would like a word with you. Would you like me to put him through?”
“Hassan...,” Talya said, then caught herself, “I mean Maître Sangor is downstairs?”
“Yes, Madame Kartz, Maître is right here. Shall I put him on?”
“Of course, yes, yes please do.” Talya sat up wide-awake now.
“Talya? How are you?” As if nothing happened... U
