James and I each make our own way to the Palace. James headed through the main entrance. As for me, I head to the ballroom via the pool entrance.
Suddenly, I see Margaret. She stops in her tracks. “Are you okay? Are you having fun at the opening?”
Oh s**t! For all I know, Margaret saw us and this is a trick question…? “I’m not here to have fun, Margaret. I’m here to serve the guests as best I can. Nothing more.”
Margaret is eyeballing me. She’s trying to tell if I’m lying my ass off or being straight. I’ve been evasive and confident thought…. So, she can’t. “I saw you head off into the garden in the middle of Harold’s speech. On a little jaunt, were you? I imagine you were with a client?”
Ahhhh! I don’t know if she’s the one who saw us, but there’s no doubt she’s out to get me. Is this
