[Heather]
"I'm hungry. Let's have lunch first," Charity suggested, while looking at the row of restaurants on the side of the road.
"Don't you have an appointment this afternoon?" I asked, not taking offense to her deliberately diverting the conversation. I knew she must have a reason for doing so.
"I don't. That's why I can accompany you," my friend replied.
She gestured to the driver to enter the parking lot of a restaurant. A waiter greeted us and escorted us to an empty table. After taking our order, he left our table.
"It's nice to eat with you again," Charity cheerfully exclaimed.
I smiled at that. "I know you did this on purpose." I looked around us. "Are you worried about someone overhearing, or is there bad news?"
"Not both. I trust my driver and bodyguard. They may hear ou
