Like a dream

This time Myzon stopped short and turned to her, with a coldness that upset her despite her legitimate questions and anger.

- I'm not the kind of person who spies on others. Or more exactly, he specified with a voice and a merciless expression, if not to prevent or to counteract. Only, when you didn't show up for your appointment, I only asked my driver to go to your house to see if you were still there until I arrived. He warned me that your dear concierge... Yes, that dear chatterbox, Madame Triame, or whoever her name, informed him that she saw you leave in revealing clothes and suitcase for a trip. That's when I asked what flight you'd be on, that's all.

With a tense face, Avine perfectly imagined the conspiratorial and slightly sneaky face of her concierge, the unrecoverable Triame Johnson, who was spying on the lives of all the tenants, even those in the neighboring buildings, telling the story of her desperate escape with her more than revealing belongings.