Chapter 33
Bryan
sighed to himself and took a second run at fighting the grimace. Presumably the
customers around Soho got the joke better than he did. He knew he wasn’t
brilliant at popular culture. Dan had always enjoyed telling him he was stuck
in the last century. Bryan couldn’t remember when that had turned from being a
fond tease to a bitter criticism.
“Everything
okay, sir?”
Bryan
glanced up and managed a polite smile of assent to the bright, helpful
assistant. Bryan knew Lee quite well, of course. The blond young man always
seemed to be on duty, though if anyone knew how much—or how little—the business
allowed for staff costs, it’d be Bryan. As their accountant, he was only too
well aware of the tight budget. The “sir” was a nice touch, too, even though
Lee knew his name. Bryan tried not to lay too much store on the resonance the
word set up in him.
He
watched Lee bustle around the tables, wiping the surfaces and rearranging paper