Chapter 17Tony Khan was speaking on the phone when Angela and Jack returned to the office. When he saw them enter, he held up his hand in a wave and grinned, then slapped his forehead in mock despair. He had a well-scrubbed, healthy glow, as if he'd just stepped out of the shower. His tailored suit and white cotton shirt were immaculate and expensive looking. Angela wondered how he could stand working with a slob like Jack.
“I'm just going to talk to the boss,” Jack said. “You'd better see how Tony's getting on with your calls. Thanks for your help today, Murphy. I owe you one.”
“Yes, and don't think for one moment, I'll forget it,” she replied, their previous banter returning.
She walked over to her desk where Tony was seated and was mildly annoyed to see that he'd reorganised her belo
