Charlie
She was going nowhere with me, all Serena would do there was cause a scene that none of us would ever forget.
Serena was still buried under the covers when I slipped out of the bedroom and I closed the door behind me with the care of a man who understood that what was sleeping in that room was not simply a woman but a problem he needed several hours head start on.
I showered, dressed and was out of the house before seven and the entire drive to the office I spent dismantling and rebuilding the problem of her, the way I approached every problem that mattered, without sentiment and without mercy.
Talking her out of it directly was not an option I was willing to waste time on. I had spent enough years in Serena's orbit to understand that conversation did not change her mind, it on
