Chapter Twelve.
“Thanks, Martine. If he comes in today, could you let him know I’ve called again?”
“Yeah, sure, sweetie. See you on Friday?”
“Yes, of course. See you then.”
It had been two days since Nate’s meltdown at Eleanor’s House and Emily couldn’t even find him. He wasn’t answering emails, phone calls or even house calls. He hadn’t turned up to work if Martine was to be believed, and Emily was literally worried sick.
She’d pushed him, and look what had happened.
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but she hadn’t eaten properly in days and her stomach still didn’t feel right.
An email pinged in her inbox and she opened it, holding her breath as Johnson Property Development came up on her screen.
Emily, Nathan has come into work today but he has told me to block all of you
