Richard

Despite everything, everything that’s happened, everything that might happen…

… Despite the feeling of waiting…

…. What’s Klempner doing?

?

Who knows?

Hickman?

I suppose he’d tell us if he thought there was a problem…

… life feels almost normal. I could work at the office, but with Elizabeth due any time now, I prefer to work here.

“Ross, could you deliver these back to Francis, please. I’ve emailed the scanned documents, but she needs my original signatures on some of them.”

“Yes, sir.” He takes the files. “Is there anything for Mr Alexanders?”

“James? I’m not sure. Let’s go ask him.”

kitchen, sir.” Ross shifts from one foot

Really?

right to him. And as Ross and I come

“No idea.”

on the counter-top, sending a

with the heel of both hands, then lifts and slaps it down again

raises brows at me

my life in my hands, “James, I was looking for

He speaks through clenched teeth. “What can I do for

if there’s anything you

needed to the parties concerned.” Lifting the dough once more,

should make excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice when you want to

him, then cracks a smile. “You’re right. My apologies. Ross. I was sounding

bread than pastry. Or people.” File in hand he turns for the door.

you out.” Michael follows him, returning a minute later. “What’s griping you,

dough into a round, he raises eyes

“Why? What’s she doing?”

Snappy. Rude to me. Rude to her mother too, which is what

“What triggered it?”

decided to do her Exorcist impression over her. Fountained about a gallon of her lunch back over Charlotte’s brand-new outfit… It was unfortunate, but her reaction was off the scale. I’m not letting her get away

chin jerks up. “You’re going to

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