Chapter 07

Pyotr

About an hour ago I got a call from Willian McAdams, a writer we had been trying to contact for an interview for some time. He had the afternoon off and would agree to meet with me to define some terms of the interview and dissemination of his new Novel.

That left me with a little over fifty minutes to meet him at the restaurant he indicated.

I looked for Mary and I couldn't find her.

Shouldn't she be back from lunch by now?

That's when I remembered that lunch would be with her parents. I had forgotten about it, and she could spend the rest of the day away.

Well, he told me to treat you like an ordinary employee, didn't he?

I picked up my phone while I was typing a message for Mary, hoping she'd respond. I went down to the garage and I was about to call her when she called me.

"Where are you? "I asked when answering

"I'm sorry, my mother came and was in a hurry," Marianne shot to say, "I forgot to tell you I was leaving.

"It doesn't matter, where are you? "I got in the car, gett