We sat down and ate, and Mr Williams poured me a drink. “Do people actually pay two thousand for a bottle of wine?” I asked innocently, though the thought of how much money is floating around already makes me feel a little reckless.
“Yes, of course. This hotel is often frequented by Arab sheiks from the Emirates and that is pocket change for them. And don’t forget we have a lot of wealthy people of our own who like to indulge.”
The small talk continues for the best part of the next hour until we finish our main course and desserts. I felt full, but I am also full of beans in another sense, and know I must stay alert and come across as very sophisticated for such a major client of my boss. While Mr Williams pours us another wine, I study him carefully. For his age, he is not bad, I muse.
