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thousand dollar vintage watch?"
"Huh? What? No, of course not!"
"But it looks likes one for sure."
"Don't be silly," I blurted, trying to save the situation. "That's a smuggled fake from China, that's what it is, he works in the port, they find them all the time."
It was a freaking Patek Philippe Triple Thingamy and it would not even be the most expensive watch among my brother's extensive collection. Men and their stupid toys!
I tried a different tactic to get him off the scent. "Oh, I think I'm going into shock!"
"I'd say you need a drink but..."
"No. Sorry, I'm just overwhelmed. I did not expect it would touch me so. I'll quickly type an answer, okay?"
"Sure."
I wrote: "YEAAAH! I'M IN TEARS! TELL ME WHEN I MAY CALL!"
"Puuh," I said conclusively.
"You're pretty emotional for a yogi." Alex's mouth was twitching in amusement.
"Yes, aren't I? Sorry, I can't help it."
"I like it."
"Do you?"
"Yes..."
One of his arms encircled my waist and before I could have voiced my protest in any way—not that I wanted to—he kissed me.
"Ooh."
"Better?" he inquired.
"Yes, much."
Our conversation went significantly smoother afterwards.
We found a table at the Odds and Eggs, ordered breakfast and I gave him a detailed, but distinctly modified account of how my brother had met his wife. He in turn told me about his sister Amy, who had married a guy from Texas with whom she had two kids, a boy and a girl. Amy and her husband, so I was informed, were in charge of the family hotel.
"It's more of a lodge," Alex explained. "A lot of wood panels, a fishing pond, a few horses—"
"Horses," I cried in delight. Equines are the Corvera-Fabergé family passion after all.
"Yes, three or four of them. My brother-in-law takes the tourists into the mountains with them."
"What breed are they?"
"Mustangs, what else?"
My eyes widened. "I never saw a Mustang in real life."
"That can be arranged. Were there many horses where you grew up?"
"Yes, quite..."
"The lord and lady rode you down when they went on a fox hunt?"
"All the time." Only it was I who rode the local children down when I went on a fox hunt.
"Tried it?"
"Not really..." That was not strictly a lie because I never tried it. Trying implicates you have a choice in the matter. Every Corvera-Fabergé rides. In fact, nobody in my family ever set a foot on the ground when they were outside the house.
It was definitely time to change the subject. "Did you run people over on skis as a child?"
"Yeah, sure did. I was banned from quite a few slopes before I got hold of myself and applied my talents to racing instead of tourist bashing."
"How considerate of you."
"Yes, wasn't it... have you ever been on skis?"
"Er... Yes, once or twice..." In fact, every winter until I went to rehab.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, very much. Can you still do it? After your injury?"
His eyes narrowed. "Did you google me?"
I grimaced. "Of course I googled you when I received a letter from your lawyer. I had to know who I was up against, hadn't I? It's always important to know the enemy."
"I'm pretty sure that's not a yogical motto... Hmm. Sure, I can still do it, but I couldn't do it for a whole season of racing. Unfortunately, I don't have much time to ski for pleasure anymore, even if I sometimes get the chance to test our products. We're equipping several racing teams and they need people with knowledge and racing experience they can rely on. It's my favourite part of the job, to work with the pros. The skis are real high tech and it's extremely satisfying to see my stuff make it to the top. I hope after the IPO we'll have the cash flow to invest in a new research facility and expand our ski segment. It's high time. After the last failed attempt to go public, we lost many capable engineers because we had to put valuable projects on hold. Like the InspYre line, which will be our push into new territory."
"Ah? Ah." I was a sure a hole in the ground was opening at that
"Huh? What? No, of course not!"
"But it looks likes one for sure."
"Don't be silly," I blurted, trying to save the situation. "That's a smuggled fake from China, that's what it is, he works in the port, they find them all the time."
It was a freaking Patek Philippe Triple Thingamy and it would not even be the most expensive watch among my brother's extensive collection. Men and their stupid toys!
I tried a different tactic to get him off the scent. "Oh, I think I'm going into shock!"
"I'd say you need a drink but..."
"No. Sorry, I'm just overwhelmed. I did not expect it would touch me so. I'll quickly type an answer, okay?"
"Sure."
I wrote: "YEAAAH! I'M IN TEARS! TELL ME WHEN I MAY CALL!"
"Puuh," I said conclusively.
"You're pretty emotional for a yogi." Alex's mouth was twitching in amusement.
"Yes, aren't I? Sorry, I can't help it."
"I like it."
"Do you?"
"Yes..."
One of his arms encircled my waist and before I could have voiced my protest in any way—not that I wanted to—he kissed me.
"Ooh."
"Better?" he inquired.
"Yes, much."
Our conversation went significantly smoother afterwards.
We found a table at the Odds and Eggs, ordered breakfast and I gave him a detailed, but distinctly modified account of how my brother had met his wife. He in turn told me about his sister Amy, who had married a guy from Texas with whom she had two kids, a boy and a girl. Amy and her husband, so I was informed, were in charge of the family hotel.
"It's more of a lodge," Alex explained. "A lot of wood panels, a fishing pond, a few horses—"
"Horses," I cried in delight. Equines are the Corvera-Fabergé family passion after all.
"Yes, three or four of them. My brother-in-law takes the tourists into the mountains with them."
"What breed are they?"
"Mustangs, what else?"
My eyes widened. "I never saw a Mustang in real life."
"That can be arranged. Were there many horses where you grew up?"
"Yes, quite..."
"The lord and lady rode you down when they went on a fox hunt?"
"All the time." Only it was I who rode the local children down when I went on a fox hunt.
"Tried it?"
"Not really..." That was not strictly a lie because I never tried it. Trying implicates you have a choice in the matter. Every Corvera-Fabergé rides. In fact, nobody in my family ever set a foot on the ground when they were outside the house.
It was definitely time to change the subject. "Did you run people over on skis as a child?"
"Yeah, sure did. I was banned from quite a few slopes before I got hold of myself and applied my talents to racing instead of tourist bashing."
"How considerate of you."
"Yes, wasn't it... have you ever been on skis?"
"Er... Yes, once or twice..." In fact, every winter until I went to rehab.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, very much. Can you still do it? After your injury?"
His eyes narrowed. "Did you google me?"
I grimaced. "Of course I googled you when I received a letter from your lawyer. I had to know who I was up against, hadn't I? It's always important to know the enemy."
"I'm pretty sure that's not a yogical motto... Hmm. Sure, I can still do it, but I couldn't do it for a whole season of racing. Unfortunately, I don't have much time to ski for pleasure anymore, even if I sometimes get the chance to test our products. We're equipping several racing teams and they need people with knowledge and racing experience they can rely on. It's my favourite part of the job, to work with the pros. The skis are real high tech and it's extremely satisfying to see my stuff make it to the top. I hope after the IPO we'll have the cash flow to invest in a new research facility and expand our ski segment. It's high time. After the last failed attempt to go public, we lost many capable engineers because we had to put valuable projects on hold. Like the InspYre line, which will be our push into new territory."
"Ah? Ah." I was a sure a hole in the ground was opening at that
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