The days passed into weeks and it was while being driven home one day that Mum dropped a bombshell, albeit a good one. "I see you're progressing well at work."
I shrugged. "I just had to get noticed."
"You are. Your name is on everyone's lips. I've had plenty of the big bosses come and see me, asking all about you."
"What do you say?"
"That my son eats his mother's' p***y like a champ." I cracked up laughing. "But seriously, they're very impressed, Andrew. Which is why I've managed to get you a spot with me to the next conference."
"Awesome. Where?"
"Paris."
"You're shitting me?"
She laughed at my disbelief. "No. It's just going to be me and you for four days in Paris. How does that sound?"
"When do we go?" I asked eagerly.
"In two weeks. We fly out on Wednesday, have a day to ac
