She drove manically, her eyes blurry with tears and panic, wanting to get there before he left. She had no idea what she would say but she was drowning and clutching on for dear life. A huge sense of injustice building inside of her at his behaviour.
She had barely parked her car, leaving it half abandoned behind his, absentmindedly blocking it in in case he left before she caught him and practically ran up the main stair, bursting in. A faint thought about the irony of acting like Morag crossed her mind and headed straight for his room.
He was in his office, sliding papers into a folder and picking up his phone. Wearing a smooth tailored navy suit and looking all business as usual. Cold and controlled. Seeing her storm in he seemed to instantly bristle and put up a staying hand as thoug
