“She’ll always be enchanting to me,” Anderson had stars in his eyes. “When we get the company, you can run the show…I get to be close to Ellie.”
“Why don’t you just ask her out the normal way?” John asked with irritation.
“You know she married into a particular stature of life; I can’t expect her to smile upon being taken out of that.”
“I suppose you can’t.” John lit a cigarette and slid his pile of paperwork away from him. He gave up.
“Tell me, what is your plan?” Anderson had somehow snapped out of his daydream and was now quite focused on John, who stared at him with boredom from across the desk.
“I’ll get Mortimer to sign over the company,” John shrugged. He fingered the monogrammed pencil that was on the top of his stack of papers.
“He’ll never do that.” Anderson was suddenly
