Just as I was wondering if I should tell Daley about the information on the flash drive, his phone rang. Then he went to another room to answer the phone. I eat breakfast with my head down.
Maybe I should keep it a secret for now.
When he came out of his room after the call, I had just finished breakfast. He had a gift for cooking. The French breakfast was better than what I had at the Michelin restaurant.
"Thanks for breakfast." I smiled at him. "Have you ever made breakfast for anyone before?"
"No, you're the only one who's ever enjoyed my breakfast," Daley said as he finished his coffee. He picked up the black coat hanging from the chair and put it on.
