Chapter One hundred-ten

The elevator opened, and they all stepped out of the elevator. "It's painful that my stylist Burundi isn't here," Alistair replied as he walked to the table at the far left.

"Yeah it's painful. Maybe he has to start coming to the office with us. Instead of just sitting back at home. What do you think boss," Reagan asked as he trailed Alistair, and Nathan.

"What do I think?" He turned backwards to Reagan as she sat down. "I think instead of him sitting at home. Why don't I set him up?"

"Set him up?" They all echoed looking shocked. Alistair burst into laughter, "Come on guy, what were you people thinking I was talking about?" He asked.

"For goodness sake, you just mentioned setting him up. What do you think we were thinking of?" Layla, who had been quiet, spoke up, her gaze on the menu book.

"Fine, I understand what you guys are thinking. I should explain what I mean. When I said setting him up, I mean establishing him, you understand what I mean right?"

They all nodded their heads, "N