Chapter 64

Breakfast was simple—freshly baked bread, eggs, and coffee strong enough to wake the dead. We sat at the table, chatting about what we should do with the day, when my phone rang.

Monique, ever quick, snatched it up before I could reach it.

“Bonjour! John Moreau’s office, this is his highly underpaid but extremely attractive assistant speaking,” she answered with a smirk.

I chuckled as she listened, then laughed at whatever Chantel said before handing the phone to me.

“She says she’d consider hiring me,” Monique said, grinning. “But only if I stop sleeping with my boss.”

I took the phone, shaking my head. “Morning, Chantel.”

“John,” she greeted smoothly, the amusement still in her voice. “I have a meeting for you. There’s a company in Geneva that’s interested in hiring us, but they want to meet with you in person before making a decision.”

“Geneva?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “When?”