That night, Ryan took Eudora to dinner with a business associate. The man, in his forties, was tall and athletic, not a bit less fit than any young man. It was clear he made time for exercise. Though his looks were unremarkable, he had a natural confidence and the air of a successful man, making him stand out in any crowd.
“Is this the guy I have to serve tonight?” She thought to herself, her hand under the dining table had been clutching the hem of her dress for some time, revealing her inner tension and anxiety.
Just like their previous meeting, this business discussion was strictly professional. There was no small talk, no straying from the topic at hand.
After dinner, Ryan took Eudora back to the hotel room. This time, Eudora spoke up.
“No drinks?” she asked.
She thought a drink
