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“Thank you, Anthony. I’m ready to order now, please,” said Paul sarcastically as soon as Tom was seated by the waiter.
“Very well, sir,” the waiter replied as he took out his touchscreen tablet.
“I’ll have the lobster tail for entrée, grilled Norwegian salmon with the fennel crust and Chardonnay butter sauce. And a bottle of Dog Point Sauvignon Blanc, thank you, Anthony.”
“Hungry, Paul?” Tom said.
“You wasted seven more minutes of my time Tom, which is seven minutes less to brief you on what’s coming up. You know what seven minutes means in this business?”
“Let me guess—the difference between life and death?”
“No, Tom, something much more important than that,” Paul said and allowed a smile to break across his face.
The waiter bowed and turned to Tom, “And for you, sir?”
Tom was
