The air was crisp and clean, with a hint of freshly brewed coffee that the servants just served. I sat poised reviewing the files from the Lane packs representative, Archie Addams.
On a sleek, silver platter, a delicate arrangement of pastries beckoned flaky croissants, buttery Danish, and crispy bagels. Atop each pastry, a delicate slice of smoked salmon glistened. Dollops of cream cheese, infused with a hint of lemon and dill, added a tangy contrast.
Archie and his assistant helped themselves, while Nicolas had been stuffing his mouth since the beginning anyway.
"So as you must have already been informed," I said just as Archie was about to pick up another buttery Danish from the platter, he paused and turned to look at me.
"Hmm, like I was saying. You must have already bee
