Nick gets to his feet and puts his glass on the mantlepiece.
‘I’d like you to meet my boss.’
‘Have I got a choice?’
He laughs. ‘Not really.’
I swallow the rest of my whisky and lead him to the front door. He puts his hat on and says, ‘Shall I send a car for you in an hour?’
‘If you want.’ I go to open the door but he puts a hand on my arm.
‘Goodbye Rina,’ he says, as he walks towards the lift.
I go back into the lounge, pour myself a whisky, sit down on the sofa and take a long drink. My life’s like a lobster pot; dead easy to get into but fucking difficult to get out of.
Hahahaha... Wouldn't you know it,(show spoiler)
but it is a lot more fun.