Alex's POV
"Nice doing business with you, Mrs Carmichael." I said over the phone to my client. "Alright. I'll confirm the invoice and forward it to you. Bye."
I leaned back in my chair, letting the last words of my business call fade from memory right before I called Manfred.
“Sir.” He said smoothly as he came to me.
“Bring me the 1989 Château Lafite from the cellar.” I said, letting a trace of amusement slip into my voice.
"Are we celebrating, sir?” He asked with a slight smile.
“Hopefully soon." I allowed myself to smile too. "But no, I'm just… in the mood for something exquisite.”
“Of course, sir.” He said and left immediately to go retrieve the wine.
Moments later, he came back, holding the bottle with reverence. I took it from him, and poured myself a generous glass.
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