Adelaide
I ate my plate in silence as Rowan plunged his chopsticks into his container and ate, listening intently to what his interlocutor was saying.
He put the container down on the coffee table and looked at it carefully, looking for something, then reached for a piece of paper next to me, so I handed it to him, and he began to write frantically.
"Let me have the reports tomorrow morning, Mike," he said on the phone, "with all the details of the case," and then hung up and put the phone on the coffee table.
"You're always like this... Are you cordial with those who work for you?" I asked ironically without looking at him.
"Only with those who are good," he replied, and I looked up.
I watched him grab the container and start eating again, "I don't dare imagine how you deal with som
