“Today.”
“Where and when?” she asks impatiently. Of course she knows it’s today. She makes me feel like an i***t.
I pick up my papers and check.
“Three p.m. Andras…”
What?
“Andrássy Road?” she asks and smiles.
Lovely teeth, but her smile is fake. She must think I’m illiterate. I’d love to explain to show her my superiority: I read and write Arabic, from right to left, plus I also read the Latin alphabet.
“Yep. Andrássy.”
So f*****g annoying!
“I also need to know the type of conference.”
“Business.” I know she wants more detail, but that’s all I say.
“I mean I’d like to know what type of business.”
What the f**k does she want now?
It’s so simple. Come with me and translate everything, word for word.
And then open your legs.
“Does it matter? If your English is perfect I assume
