A Locked Door and a Redacted Line
“Immediately after the wedding, we are taking a three-month trip to Europe.” Three months is a long time to be away from the office, I said, keeping my hands folded in my lap.
“The office can manage without you, Clara.
In fact, I think it would be best if you closed your consulting practice entirely.
We have more than enough to sustain us.” Where in Europe, I asked, and took a small sip of water.
“Lisbon first,” he said, his eyes watching my face for any reaction at all.
“Then perhaps the south of France.
I have some business interests in Portugal that require my personal attention.” I did not know you had holdings in Lisbon, I said, keeping my expression perfectly neutral, which cost me more than he will ever know.