Chapter 11
‘Bonjour!’ Helene greets me, dressed and made up to the nines.
It’s Saturday morning. I’m still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, and I have fabulous panda eyes because my mascara has run.
‘Bonjour!’ I mumble as I emerge from my room. ‘What time is it?’
‘It’s almost midday, my dear. You had a late one, huh?’
‘Yes, but don’t get any crazy ideas. I stayed late at work.’
‘Really? Yesterday too? I don’t know how you professionals work all those hours. I’d die of a heart attack,’ she comforts me with empathy and understanding.
‘Truth be told, I feel broken. But I closed a crazy deal,’ I tell her as I make coffee.
‘And you couldn’t have closed this deal on Monday? What’s the point of spending the night there over and over?’
‘That’s the price of success,’ Mark cuts in
