Tony had various projects around the world but his headquarters in Mayfair, London, of course.
Being curious, I asked what kind of projects. He became vague, hinting about government projects, top secret and all.
He preferred talking about me. He found me fascinating, he said.
Towards the end of the meal, his phone rang. I must have looked displeased because he sought permission to answer. A business associate, he explained.
He left our table, went to the back to answer.
Two hours later, he had not come back. I paid the hefty bill, wondering what could have happened to him.
Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
The bounder! ‘You’ were far too patient... but then with that hefty bill hindering your escape... Well, a visit to the powder room might have helped, but if he was that drop-dead gorgeous as you suggest, then what’s two hours? (Wasted, that’s what!) Hope Tone has to atone for this later🤞 Can’t wait to find out. 😊