Chapter Nine“Where the bloody hell is Gloria? And who the hell are you?” Si Nelson had been pacing the room, dictating to his long-suffering secretary, when Will walked in with his usual confident swagger, “haven't you heard of knocking?” They both turned to stare at Will, who was immediately on the defensive, because of being bawled at by a stranger.
“The door was open,” his tone was prickly, some might even say it had attitude. Si Nelson's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the floppy-haired youth in front of him.
“Are you trying to be funny? My door is always open. Now put the blasted coffee down.”
Will sauntered to the desk and placed it next to the secretary's notepad. She gave him a small smile and a look of sympathy, a look which said, someone get me outta here.
Si Nelson turned away,
