Discreet lunch

I had arranged lunch with a senior EU official who wanted to discuss some things in a reasonably private setting, and so I chose a discreet place in the neighbourhood which I hadn’t been to in a while.

I had not realised that it was becoming well known as a discreet place for lunch. At the table immediately to my left, I saw the former British ambassador who runs the EU’s policies on Africa; and at the table immediately behind my friend was the Dutch prince who is also the chef de cabinet of the EU Commissioner for Competition. We all pretended not to recognise each other, let alone be listening to scraps of conversation drifting across.

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