“Is there any way I can help you, Mr… Cyrus?” I made a show of struggling to remember his name.
“Perhaps.” He said, “Come with me.”
“And why would I do that?”
His lips raised, “I mean no harm.”
“Says the man blocking my way.”
“I need to speak to you, alone. Away from prying ears.”
“I barely know anything about you. Why would I want to be alone with you?”
“Well, I’m sure you will be interested in what I have to tell you.” He grinned, looking annoyingly confident, but I didn’t have time for him.
The conference hall was being displayed on the large TV on the wall and I wanted to go watch it with the others in the banquet hall who were already debating on who was going to come out victorious from this.
But the man kept blocking my way.
Surprisingly, he moved away at the last seco
