NICK
I’m MORE tired than I can remember. Amusing though it is, I should be far too sensible to indulge in a crazy weekend of f*****g on such little sleep.
Still, I feel sated. Thoroughly sated.
I feel blessed. Calm.
Loved.
A tap on my door, and my bright-eyed assistant steps in. She looks considerably fresher than I feel.
“Morning, Penny,” I offer, and my tiredness fades into the background as I notice the box in her hands.
“Morning, Mr Lynch.” Her smile is nervous. “I picked out that gift you wanted. Charged it to your expenses account on the weekend. I hope that’s okay,” she dithers in front of my desk, so unsure. “It was expensive…” I wave her concerns aside. “That’s great, Penny. Thank you.” She sighs and pretends to wipe her brow. And then she hands it over.
The box is black l
