*Hope*
“So ? Care to explain ?” I tell Owen when we are back in the hotel suite.
“Give me a moment”. He says, pulling out his phone. “I just have some calls to make”.
I cross my arms and pace the floor as he pulls over to the window, looking out as he speaks rapidly on the phone. To be honest I get very little of what he is saying, except something about a security breach.
When he is done I look at him, suddenly wondering if I know Owen at all. “Please explain this Owen”.
“What can I say ? The business world is not always as innocent as most people think”. He gives a small shrug. “Some of those guys will happily stab you in the back”.
“Kevlar shirts for meetings, getting shot at, carrying a gun … knowing how to use that gun…”. I stare at him. “Yeah you have to do better than that”.
