Twenty Five

He looked like he had been deprived of sleep, like when he had been in his office for days when business was bad.

“I need to talk to you in private,” his tone was demanding.

“Is this not private enough for you?” she pointed around her.

He took a deep breath, “No. It’s urgent that we speak in a private room.”

“If you’re going to lash out at me about something, I’d rather not.”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, “Jamie, please … I don’t have time for your juvenile delinquency.”

She threw her napkin on the table with a frustrated exhale, “Fine … we can talk in my room.” She stood up and walked out of the restaurant, and Eddie followed.

“Ms. Knox, is there anything we can help you with?” Peter greeted her at the front of the restaurant, the staff had called him out of his office.

She smiled, “No, I’m going to my room with my guest now, Peter, everything’s fine.”

Peter glanced at Eddie, “And who may I ask your guest is? Mr. Love specifically instructed there’s no guest allowed in the Pr