I got up from the chair, and he remained seated.

I think our conversation is over. If I have any more questions, I'll call you. Goodbye, Mr Marini.

I turned around and walked towards the door. Suddenly he was behind me, and his hand lay on a round handle, cutting off my escape route, I heard his voice right above my ear.

“Next time, come up with a better reason for meeting me.”

- There won't be a next time! I answered. - Let me get out.

- It will, - his breath burned the back of my head and my throat dried up, - it will, and you know...