The changing numbers flashed rapidly at the top of the elevator.
I turned and saw Martin Lam. His lips curled like a bow.
He was in a dark grey suit, white shirt and a lemon-yellow tie. He ran his hand through his gray hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Thanks for tip this morning. I was worried I had to give the ramen egg a miss,” he said, smiling sheepishly.
“No worries. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was hungry.” I gushed.
The elevator doors opened and we stepped right to the back. Four ladies in pareos and fancy straw hats followed, sweaty and with a can of beer in their hands.
Then, one of the ladies started singing “Tell me when will you be mine. Tell me quando quando quando. We can share a love divine. Please don’t make me wait again…”.
I glanced sideways at Martin. His eyes were closed. He was standing perfectly erect and seemed to be controlling his breathing. He had side-burns.
Side-burns! Like a carefully trimmed strip of lawn running down the side of his face, stopping abruptly in a line at right angles to the lobe of his ear.
The elevator door opened and the four sweaty ladies stumbled out, still singing drunkenly.
I stifled a chuckle. He opened his eyes.
“Oops, sorry for being rude. I’m Aubergina,” I squeaked.
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “Martin. Pleased to meet you.”
I felt an exhilaration run down my spine as he shook my hand.
“Are you here for business?” I asked, fighting the urge to straighten my shirt collar.
He nodded and closed his eyes; his head thrown back slightly.
“My stop here. Have a good evening.” I tittered in an unnaturally high-pitched voice.
“Join me for breakfast tomorrow?” He looked at me expectantly, running his fingers through his hair.
And what, Aubergina? Lead him on all the way to the Bank’s claws? He is Tier One priority target, remember?
“That would be nice” I heard myself say.
“See you at the lobby at 7AM?”
I nodded. My heart was pounding.
…..to be continued