NATALIA
Dinner had been quiet and completely professional.
We had eaten at a small restaurant two streets from the hotel that was on the itinerary, and I had reviewed the campaign notes on my phone while Wesley went through his own documents. Also, we had exchanged exactly the number of words required to confirm our order with the waiter and nothing beyond that.
Afterward, we moved on to the last activity of the day, a cultural evening at an open gallery space along the river that the itinerary described as an opportunity to assess local event infrastructure for potential campaign partnerships. It was a reasonable thing to include on a work trip and I had marked it in my notes and intended to approach it with the same focused professionalism I had been maintaining all day.
Wesley had o
