Charles looked away.
For several seconds, no one spoke.
Then he said, “Why did you sell the bags?”
The question was so unexpected that I thought I had misheard him. “What?”
“The bags I gave you. ”His voice remained controlled, but there was something strained beneath it.
“You sold them to people at Yale Group.”
I stared at him. “How did you know?”
“Shane was bragging about how happy he gets the bag second hand. And other staff joined the conversation at the tearoom too. I recognised them.” A faint line appeared between his brows.
I remembered what Charles was talking about, Charles brought gifts to me after every business trip overseas. A watch from Geneva. A silk scarf from Paris. Earrings from Tokyo. A pale leather handbag from Madrid. A fountain pen from Berlin because I had onc
