I shrank back, fearful that some microspots of spittle might reach me.
“Well, you don’t want to work at By Design forever, do you?” he said. “You’re, what, twenty-six, twenty-seven?”
“I recently turned thirty Raymond,” I said, surprisingly pleased.
“Really?” he said. “Well, you’re not planning to spend the rest of your life doing Bob’s books, are you?”
I shrugged; I genuinely hadn’t given it a moment’s thought. “I suppose so,” I said. “What else would I do?”
“Eleanor!” he said, shocked for some reason. “You’re bright, you’re conscientious, you’re... very well organized,” he said.
“There are lots of other jobs you could do.” “Really?” I said, dubious.
“Sure!” he said, nodding vigorously. “I mean, you’re numerate, right? You’re well spoken. Do you know any other languages?”
I nodded. “I have a very good grasp of Latin, actually,” I said.
He pursed his whiskery little mouth. “Hmm,” he said, gesturing to the waiter, who came over and cleared our table.
He returned with two coffees and an unrequested saucer of chocolate truffles.
“Enjoy, guys!” he said, placing the dish with a flourish. I shook my head, not believing that anyone would actually say such a thing.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색