117 Breakfast

"So, how are things, Angela?" Mr. Burke—the older one—asked in the middle of their meal. 

"Everything's okay, thanks for asking Mr. Burke. How's your wife?" Angela responded.

"Oh, Adeline is doing great. She's in Milan with her friends. Women and their shopping." He chuckled.

She could only smile as a response and went back to minding her own business. The breakfast had gone smoothly, even with the occasional questions here and there, in which she had to answer politely—until Jason decided to get her attention.

"We'll be staying for a week or two. We'll have lots of time to catch up." The prick smiled at her. 

He must have thought that he looked incredibly handsome when all she could see was nothing but a sleazy know-it-all.

"I'll be busy," she answered without looking up.

Jason let out a chortle as if she had said something funny. "I haven't even told you when we're meeting."