I awkwardly take a seat across from her. Do I cross my legs at the ankles? I’m in unfamiliar territory. The woman has an air of authority and superiority about her. She’s eyeing me with keen eyes, as if she’s judging my every move. I cross my gym shoes at the ankles but imagine I look like an i***t.
“Tell me about the relationship you have with my grandson.”
“My relationship?” I almost choke on the word.
“Yes.”
“I’m, um, not sure what you mean.”
She leans forward. “I assume, Miss Sullivan, that since you came here on an ‘urgent’ matter you and Liam are familiar with each other.”
“I wouldn’t really say that. Most of the time Liam tries to annoy me and I ignore him. That’s of course when we’re not arguing, which we do quite often. He’s a player and manipulator and he has a big ego. He’
