She stopped, noticing something. A man was watching them, sat by the large windows overlooking the garden. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and then she returned to talking to Chris.
"Apologies, here."
She pushed the small glassful of whiskey across the table.
"I shall have a word with people within the IMG, see if I can call in any favours. I'll get back to you."
With that she stood, smoothed her dress and picked up her jacket, sliding it around her shoulders. With her other hand she took the bottle.
"I'll be in touch" she whispered, before seeming to float away, pausing briefly to leave a large sum of credits with the waiter.
The casual onlooker would have thought she didn't notice the man from the window seat get up and follow her into the lobby.
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