“I’ll be there.” The Centre des Congrès de Québec on René-Lévesque Boulevard is a four-story, glass-and-steel,
state-of-the-art building that can accommodate thousands of conventioneers.
At nine o’clock in the morning, the vast halls were crowded with computer experts from all over the world,
exchanging information on up-to-the-minute developments. They filled multimedia rooms, exhibit halls and video-conferencing centers.
There were half a dozen seminars going on simultaneously. Toni was bored. All talk and no action, she thought.
At 12:45, she slipped out of the convention hall and took a taxi to the restaurant. Jean Claude was waiting for her.
He took her hand and said warmly, “Toni, I am so pleased you could come.” “So am I.”
“I will try to make certain that your time here is very agreeable,” Jean Claude told her. “This is a beautiful city to explore.”
Toni looked at him and smiled. “I know I’m going to enjoy it.” “I would like to spend as much time with you as I can.”
“Can you take the time off? What about the jewelry store?” Jean Claude smiled. “It will have to manage without me.”
The maître d’ brought menus. Jean Claude said to Toni, “Would you like to try some of our French-Canadian dishes?” “Fine.”
“Then please let me order for you.” He said to the maître d’, “Nous voudrions le Brome Lake Duckling.”
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