I nod. “There’s a spare set with my neighbour, thanks. I don’t think it’s going to help much with James though. I’ll have to see him at the office tomorrow, assuming I still work there.”
Michael slings an arm around my shoulder, giving me a gentle shake. “I’ll try to cool him off a bit before tomorrow. Come on, let’s get you home. Go and wait in the hotel lobby. I’ll make the call for you.”
*****
The following day, I am sitting at my desk, working, but waiting for the storm. Nausea rises in my throat and I couldn’t face breakfast.
The intercom buzzes. “Hello, Kirstie. It’s Francis here from the director’s floor….”
Here it comes….
“Can you come up please; immediately. Mr Alexanders has phoned to say he would like a word with you.”
During the journey up the elevator, my stomach clench
