Chapter 62

Michael felt like a fool. He put his fork and knife back on the plate and picked up a napkin from his lap, wiped his mouth, washed it down with wine, trying to buy some time.

It was appropriate to express an opinion, say anything, but he couldn't quite see what they were discussing before he interrupted them.

“Michael, despite a few remarks, has a similar opinion. He thinks it is a good idea, but it needs to be refined.” Alice rescued him, amused by the situation. “I also think it's a great idea. We will refine it together.”

“What’s going on? What idea?” He whispered to ask her.

“You have just accepted a new project! Congratulations!”

“What's the project again?” Surprised he tried to find out. “Can you tell me what's going on?”

“You're a complete retard!” She accidentally said it.

For a moment she regretted it, but at that moment she saw no other way to bring him back to reality.