“I would like to offer my condolence.”
Marching straight for the pool area
and as expected Mr Patcher is sprawled with ladies all over him.
“Ethan …” he drops the dog in his hands and it scurries away and the ladies beside him stand abruptly.
“That couldn’t be the dog in the question of surgery and almost death for which you cancelled our meeting, could it.”
Patcher eyes flicker to his assistant who scurrires in.
“I’m sorry sir, he just badged in,” the man trailed off.
“You imbecile, we will talk about this later” Patcher barks.
“Bring our guest something to drink, if you'd excuse us ladies I have a business to discuss.”
They peel themselves off him and strut outside the room one of them batting her lashes at me.
“Have a sit, What brings you here?”
“We have a meeting so I am her
