Still keeping his face straight, I am desperate to know if he thinks my plan is stupid. I start wringing my clammy hands together.
"Who would pay for an annual membership to a nightclub if it's that expensive when they can have their drinks and conversation somewhere cheaper and also private?" he questions in a toneless voice that makes me wonder if he's genuinely questioning my idea or if he's simply challenging it.
But I don't waver. I've thought this through. I'm ready for all his questions. "Who? Aside from anyone who can afford, who by the way, will want to be part of any exclusive memberships for the sake of social status, it's your business partners—the ones you have to meet discreetly.