-56. Lisbon Obsidian
It was my show. My prestige.
We went to The Obsidian Room near the river to celebrate closing the Lisbon project.
No pricing anywhere. Dark wooden panels. Thick white tablecloths. Everything was heavy. Even the metal-sleeved menus.
Hugh was there with a few others from the team. My team. A couple of the finance lot joined. The rest were clients who’d flown over from the…
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