“James, the contract…” He looks helplessly at the unconscious Kirstie. “I don’t know if…”
“The contract’s not going anywhere without you, Ryan. Don’t worry about it. There’ll be plenty of work coming your way once Kirstie is up and about, and you can concentrate on your work again.”
“And don’t worry about medical bills,” says Richard, snapping his mobile closed. “It’s all covered under her employment contract. Whatever she needs, it’s covered.” He surveys the haggard Ryan. “You’re done in. Ross will be here in five minutes. He’s at your beck and call for however long it takes. Go home. Sleep yourself out.”
After Ryan leaves, Richard stands over the unconscious girl, shaking his head. “It’s hard to believe isn’t it, the sheer scale of what Ben did?”
“Yes, very hard.”
“How did Kirstie e
