He sits back in his black, leather chair, makes a steeple with his fingers, and is definitely in charge, while I sit on the edge of my seat, lean forward and gibber like the monkey I really am.
Israelis, in case you don’t know, aren’t great at customer relations.
Tasks always take a stage or two more than you expect in Israel.
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.