The meeting with Julian had been brief and clipped, as most were these days.
He had summoned Eleanor and Calder to his office, barely looking up from his screen as he briefed them on the Meridian fallout recovery plan.
“The consortium wants a face to face. Lunch meeting tomorrow at Le Cinq in the Plaza Athénée. You two handle it. I have got the board breathing down my neck.”
No explanation why he wasn’t attending himself. No concern that he was sending his wife and a man into a private, luxurious setting together. Just orders.
Eleanor had nodded professionally. Calder had done the same.
Now, the next day, they sat in the back of the company car which is a sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows, being driven through Paris traffic toward the hotel restaurant.
The driver was discreet
