“I need to confirm the main points of our case with my client before I can agree to a strategy for the lawsuit.”
“And when will you do that?”
“I should have done it today,” I say, immediately feeling guilty for not contacting Seth. “But I’ve been busy. Seth… er, Mr Graham is at work. I was supposed to stop by, but between court and phone calls…”
I avoid my friend’s gaze by fixing my eyes on my computer screen.
“At the club?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, the day is not over yet.”
“Hmm?”
“I could really go for a drink.”
“What are you talking about?”
My friend gets up and buttons his jacket again. “I say we’ve done enough work for today. We deserve a drink.”
“You’re not suggesting we go to the club where he works for your drink, right?”
“I’ve never been there. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a look, would it?”
“I don’t see how this is relevant.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you suggested he look for a different job.”
“Correct.”
“Without observing firsthand the nature of his work?”
“Even without having been there, I know exactly what kind of club it is.”
“I didn’t know you had such preconceptions.”
“Who, me?”
Paul shrugs.
“You know very well that what I think doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t entirely agree with that.”
“Why don’t you go there? If you care so much to see for yourself…”
“I don’t want to go alone. I want to go with you.”
“I’m busy, as you can well see.”
“You work too much.”
“And you too little.”
Paul laughs. “Come on! A drink, a quick look…”
I snort and massage my eyes with my fingers.
