'The exit is behind you and to the right,' Mavis said without sounding very convincing.
'How about a dinner with me at Lasserre: soft music, beautiful food, velvety wines? I have lots of money I want to get rid of. Shall we say nine o'clock?'
Mavis regarded him. She thought he looked very handsome. An evening out with him couldn't fail to be exciting. She suddenly realised her life up to now had been all work and no play.
'Thank you... yes...'
'My mother once told me that if I didn't at first succeed... Girland laughed happily. 'This is going to be the most maddeningly exciting evening of my life... and your life. Then nine o'clock at Lasserre.'
She nodded and began typing again.
Girland wandered to the door. As he was about to leave, she stopped typing. He turned and looked inquiringly at her.
Her eyes were sparkling as she asked, 'Do you still own that Bukhara rug?'
THE END
