Chapter 9As James, Aziz and I crossed the threshold of the George V, James bent down to my ear. “I think Ken is not going to appreciate receiving the bill for this one...”
I looked up at him. “Why don’t we charge our new Director with it? He is the one who made the reservations.”
“You’re devious; Kiddo, but I like the idea.” A smirk crossed James’s lips.
Aziz had not said a word since we left the bistro. Now, sitting across from me at the terrace restaurant, he had to ask, “Why are you always so abrasive when the only thing I try to do is to help you? Talking about me in the third person, when I am beside you, and calling me a fifth wheel, hurts, Talya. Do you realize that?”
Having changed in a more sober dress, I lifted my eyes to him. “I am sorry, Aziz, but this is not a good time to
