Chapter Twenty
Violet
Oh my f*****g god.
My boss/boyfriend’s father was in the office. I prayed he didn’t go into the kitchen because if it smelled of s*x I’d die.
The office smelled of coffee thanks to Milo’s drink.
“Can I get you a drink?” I offered.
“No thank you. I was just passing and so decided I’d just check in with you, see how you were doing, and if you needed anything.”
“I’m fine. Enjoying setting up new systems and finding my way around things.”
“I’ve noticed a huge difference already with the kids just getting on with their work. Far less phone calls to me asking where things are, asking me to order things, or saying bills need paying. Keep up the good work.”
“Thanks.” I smiled. Then I made a decision. To talk to Josh Waite before I spoke to his son.
“Do you have a mi
