ARTHUR
I glanced at the flowers in my right hand for the umpteenth time, going over my line of apologies over and over.
Of course, Evelyn had ignored all my calls. All my texts.
As I rang on her door now, I knew it was only a fifty percent chance that she wouldn’t send me away. She’d been off work for three days, her P.A said, even if the pictures had already been taken down.
This whole thing also took a toll on my work, but I knew it didn’t do much compared to what it just have done to hers.
I rang the doorbell again, and after a few minutes, the door finally opened. Gwen stared at me like she’d seen a ghost. I knew what this meant.
“Evelyn said not to let me in, right?” I asked, peering inside like she’d be lurking around somewhere.
Gwen sighed, “I don’t want any trouble, Sir…”
