“Julian. What a pleasure to see you again. A hug?” I was mumbling all kinds of words I could conjure. Not because I didn’t expect him to be here so soon. I had anticipated that eventually, I will have to see him. Maybe I was feeling weak because of my little s****l endeavor.
But now the pleasure was somewhere in the back of my mind. As you can see, far more important things need my attention, right now. For one, my brother was here. And was sitting across from my husband who was in a plain white shirt and simple trousers pants. One of those which he uses whenever out for some fresh air.
“Couldn’t say the same Mrs Mendel. Do I need signatures and appointments to meet you now?”
I felt the blood rushing out to my cheeks in anger, humiliation, and embarrassment. “Depends on how often you
