and disengaged for the course of the conversation.
A member of the hotel staff approached us on the beach. A light rain commenced and we all headed back to the bar with him. He handed Stafford a card on the way back.
Stafford pocketed the card and the three of us sat at a table not far from where Carter sat behind his menu. For a moment Stafford sized up the Pakistani. Then he said, “I’ve got to make a call. Excuse me for a minute.”
“By all means.”
Stafford went to the bar.
“Julie, tell me about yourself. You are a good friend of Mr. Mark, no?”
“We’ve known each other for a time.”
“I see. He’s a good man. A stellar reputation in business. I’m quite happy he consented to meeting with me. I know he will buy. I feel it in my bones. I believe that is the English expression.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“You are very beautiful, Julie.”
I wondered why he repeated it.
“Thank you.”
Stafford came back to the table.
“I’d like to acquire your company. I’m sure we can agree on a price. Is it possible for you to meet with a member of my team later in the day to hash out the details?”
“Of course. You name the time and the place.”
Stafford smiled as we stood up.