CHAPTER TEN

I was trying to pick up Rehoboth's pace while dragging a suitcase behind me. We were at the airport ready to fly off to Greece. It didn't take much time before we were in line with the tickets. Out of the blues, he held my hand and directed me to the airport café right after booking and giving away our luggage except the attaché case that held our documents.

"Are you still uncomfortable with your decision to go to Greece?" he asked.

"As long as I am your personal assistant..........."

"I know, I know," he said and gave the waiter our order as we started our way out of the cafe, "we have at least half an hour before take off."

"Well that is just perfect, we could talk about Tivaller's uprising expenses. I still wonder why the money fades away so rapidly........." I stopped abruptly, I had hit myself on something hard. Rather someone hard. "Sorry." I said.

"Ezna is that you?" I heard that voice and was horrified when I saw the man's face.