Chapter 3
Max didn’t talk to Owen about it on Monday. He kept himself busy, and since Owen was out a lot of the day in court, it wasn’t too hard to avoid him. By Tuesday afternoon, the strategy was working so well, they’d barely exchanged two words.
Tuesday afternoon. After the end of today, he’d have done five full days working here. A whole working week. Next step, a fortnight. After that, the nearly unchartered territory of a month. But could he stay working here with Owen going around being simultaneously gorgeous and unapproachable?
“Sagan,” Mr Bell said, coming out of his office, “we want coffee for two in the conference room, immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” Max jumped to it, heading for the little kitchen and putting the kettle on. In most of Max’s other jobs, making the coffee had in
