Blurring the Lines

Gideon gestured for me to take my seat opposite from him at the table. I froze slightly before lowering myself into the indicated seat. The thing that bothered me was the fact that we were seated at a table for two. Where is the client going to sit?

“Umm…what about the client that we’re supposed to be meeting?” I asked as a knot started forming in the pit of my stomach.

“What client?” Gideon asked