Truce reclined on his comfortable brown leather seat in the mayor's office. The room was lit with lamps and the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. He was early, as usual to the meeting, and was texting Anna when the mayor called his attention. "How's the business, Mr. Avidon? I heard from a not so pleasant source about your wedding. I'm greatly hurt."
Truce replied in his gentlemanly tone. "It was supposed to be secretive. I apologize for the mistake on my part."
The middle-aged man waved at his dismissively. "Maybe, you and your wife could join us for dinner sometime, so you can introduce us." Before Truce could reply, Anoma walked in, with his head tall, and shoulders back. He wasn't surprised to see his brother there before him. when has he not been early to anything in his life?
