Chapter Ten
Because the elevator in the office building was broken, raced up three flights of stairs. She swept past the bewildered young secretary – not even bothering with a wry smirk of recognition seeing such a frail thing at that desk. Even when she barged into the office without knocking, she ignored the poor girl behind her shouting ineffectively, “You can’t go in there, miss!”
And there he was, sitting so proudly behind his desk, in control as always.
“You bastard! You worthless piece of swine. Clive Darcy you are the devil’s henchman!” She charged in his direction.
He might have been amused if there weren’t three men sitting with him discussing important matters with sensitive international repercussions.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Ryan, I don’t have time for you now,” he said.
“Oh,
