Over the last couple of weeks, spending time with Aunt Veronica on a Friday night and Olivia nearly every night had made everything that was complicated in my life, plain sailing. I didn’t feel frustrated when I wasn’t with Olivia. Instead, I’d taken up trying to figure out what to do when the takeover took place.
I would be working thirty hours per week, something that I hadn’t done since college. Even then I didn’t think that I studied that much. I seemed to have a natural gift for figures. I suppose it runs in the family. Dad used to work with hedge funders and so do a couple of my uncles. We all work in finance, and the women in my family seemed to love the law. A perfect combination.
It was Thursday night and we were due to meet both Alec and his wife, Erika, to go out for dinner.
