“Why didn’t you tell me we were running late?” Andrew said with a mock-friendly face. He enjoyed yanking Martin’s chain. He could see his young assistant’s jaw clench as he bit back a retort.
“I only told you about nine times while you were on the phone to Australia,” Martin said.
“It doesn’t really matter. Since I chartered the plane I suppose it has to wait for us,” he said. “So what does our weekend look like?”
“We have a late lunch today with Buchanan Jr., then drinks with Buchanan Jr. and his wife in the evening. I suspect it’s his wife who will be making most of the architectural decisions for the house. He’s just humoring her at this point,” Martin said. He sounded all business to Andrew, and it was usually alright, but this weekend he had planned to see where things could go wit
