Chapter 19
Robert King was late. There’d been a bad accident on the motorway, and he was stuck in crawling traffic like many others on this bright morning.
The solicitors had haggled and amended the contract until the details suited everyone. The event was more for promotion than for signing. They were going to sign in a photo op. Media waited in another room, all glancing at their watches, moaning about the delay and making sounds suggestive of leaving, their protests a sham. If King took another five hours to get here, he’d find the journalists still glued to their seats. King had a big announcement to make; despite, or because of, the rumours of what that announcement would be, no one was going anywhere.
“You may as well grab a cup of coffee. Looks like another hour.” Alana frowned a
