When I pick up Maya the next morning and tell her I would like her to join me for lunch to say she's shocked is an understatement.

"Why?" She's suspicious.

"Can't I just want to spend time with you?"

"No."

"Hey!" I frown.

"I'm serious." Maya is watching me closely. "Normally you eat in your office."

"Not today."

"Who else is coming?"

"Fine. If you must know. Clara is coming too."

"I knew it," she's practically squealing. "I knew ...