Power lunch

Bevan wiped his mouth with a napkin and placed in on the remains of his lunch. He'd got used to living the high life and looked forward to many more years of it. Finally all his dreams had fallen into place. Just 5 months ago he'd been an administrative clerk in the Mayor's office, now he was his right hand man. Recently tiring of the small fry political game this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for.
It wasn't like he had total control over everyone but they found him charming, witty, intelligent and generally likeable. Where before he'd been ignored, managers began inviting him to lunch, listening to his ideas, seeing his potential. Naturally Bevan had thought nothing of it and convinced himself that it was all his making and he was right. Just not in the way he believed....
The meeting had gone well but Mr. Zane had remained stoic despite Bevan's normally successful attempts at humour. One of his more brilliant traits he thought.

Darius returned from the bathroom.

"I have to leave I'm afraid, I've had an urgent call, my assistant will contact you to iron out the details"

"Yes, and thank you Mr Zane, let hope this is ..." turning on his rather poor Bogart impression "the start of a beautiful friendship"

A woman laughed on the next table. Darius starred.

"See you in a week or so Mr Jones" and left the resturant.

Bevan smiled for a moment before turning and introducing himself to the enamoured woman on the next table.