The last day of the summit was uneventful in a sense.
We had scored prospective bidders for landscaping, but those were with Lucian and Oliver's help.
And I had thought nothing of the day and went about my business until I chanced upon something very interesting.
For now, let me refer to them as Ms. R and Mr. I.
I planned to grab takeout with Lucian, whom I begrudgingly convinced. The easiest way to the parking lot for us exhibitors was by the fire exit, so we were headed in that direction when I asked Lucian to stop.
He gave me a questioning look but halted nonetheless.
I had heard voices earlier but was unsure. But because I was no saint, I was curious about these increasingly indignant voices.
Initially, it was just the run-of-the-mill curiosity for gossip until I realized how familiar those voices were.
Even Lucian squinted at this, and that was my confirmation that these people were familiar. In fact, too familiar.
