The wire
broke and he pried it off, then slapped his knife shut and slipped it back into
its belt pouch.
In the mirror above the desk he noticed both Mandi and Andrea staring at
him. Oh, well. Had Mandi somehow missed the fact that he'd been wearing a belt
knife all this time?
He decided that was unlikely and finished opening the champagne, then poured
some into each of the three plastic cups Andrea silently lined up on the desk.
In truth, he detested champagne, but he'd only ever met one woman who felt the
same way about it.
Handing glasses to the ladies, he picked up his own and said, "Mandi, you're
the honcho here, so you make the toast."
Andrea snickered and Mandi laughed, "Gee, thanks. Okay. Let's keep it
simple. Here's to all good things. May there always be many and may they never
end."
After clunking their cups together and sipping, Mandi sat back down on the
bed and said, "I talked to John this afternoon; he now knows you've been
converted." Noddingly indicating Andrea, she said, "Andrea's your instructor.
That's all he knows and that's all he needs to know."
She sipped again and said, "We have time for dinner before I leave for
Vegas.
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