forward-dated - Saturday, Jonathan
Saturday, and Effie's head was whirling. So many things to discuss, so much, and all of it important. Not that they couldn't change the contract later if necessary, if they both agreed, but she wanted it right first time. Nerves and anticipation and happiness warred for her attention, all hidden under a veneer of calm as she waited in the small hotel parlour for Mr. Ibis to arrive.
By the window, a small desk held numerous sheets of paper and several pens, spare nibs, and ink, to record their discussions and decisions.