He didn't flinch. He just put down his fork and looked at you. His gaze became as heavy as lead.

"There was a guy. He pronounced the word with a slight contemptuous intonation. "He didn't appreciate you. You said yourself that it was a mistake. We don't talk about him.

His tone brooked no argument. But you saw something else in his eyes. There was something cold and sharp in them. Jealousy.