Chapter nine
“Melisande Bruno!” He threw my name in the air like a dagger.
I went into the office without knocking. To spare time.
“Excuse me sir. I'm late, I know... The fact is...”
“I already know everything. Mc Intosh didn’t call to talk to the staff, don’t you think?” His expression was unyielding, like a safe that needed to be forced.
“Has the news upset you?” I inquired.
He looked towards the sky. “I already told you what I was thought of Davenport. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I didn’t grow wings overnight. It will never happen. My opinion of him remains the same. He deserved to die. Yesterday or in a month, what's the difference?”
I bent my lips in a grimace, dissatisfied. “It’s one thing to die in your bed, but another... Well, don’t you feel any pity?”
His smile worke
