River
Rain streaked through the windows of my office, forty floor above London. The city looked the way it always did—profitable, predictable, mine.
The door opened without a knock.
“You really need to learn how to knock,” I said, not looking up.
“You really need to learn how to answer your phone,” Oliver dropped into the chair across my desk like he owned it. “I called you six times.”
I set my pen down slowly. “I was busy.”
“You are always busy. It’s your entire personality at this point.” He didn’t wait for me to respond. “Tomorrow. Ten PM. Dinner. I have cleared your schedule for the evening.”
“Very thoughtful of you.”
“I do try.”
“I don’t recall approving that.”
“You don’t have to. I did it for you.”
I looked up then, meeting his eyes. Oliver was grinning.
“Who
