He had a point, which I charitably conceded by ignoring it.
Luckily, a waiter arrived with the bill to distract us. Nick whipped out his credit card before I’d unbuckled my bag.
‘Let’s at least split it,’ I said, not wanting to add to his God complex.
‘You arranged this evening for me, I’m more than happy to pay.’
Part of me knew it was a nice gesture, but most of me felt he was rubbing it in. First the taxi, and now this.
I peeked a glance at the total.Wow.Three figures, and they’d only charged for starters. I should probably be a bit more grateful that Nick’s expense account was soaking it up.
He put his card back in his wallet. ‘So, when are we going to do this again?’
‘You want to do this again?’
‘It’s part of our deal, don’t forget.’
I hadn’t forgotten, but maybe it was time to remind him of what he owed me. ‘I want Marcie for the September issue. And that means I need to sit down with her in the next fortnight.’
Nick paused. ‘You need to interview Jonny first. You, not one of your underlings.’
I rolled my eyes. ‘Seriously?’
He shrugged.
Depressed, I drained my glass. Nick’s judgey eyes following my every move. He could sod off.
‘Thanks for paying,’ I told him, getting up. ‘I’ll talk to Simon and try to arrange something soon.’
