CHAPTER 14 – MATTY
LONDONMatty felt the dull anxious nausea mounting in his stomach. It caused him to triple check every room to ensure that Celia wasn’t home. He’d deliberately chosen Monday morning, knowing that she always had her sales meeting at 9.30am. She wouldn’t have missed that even if she was half-dead from flu – it was her only opportunity to show off how many deals she had clinched and how many contracts she’d signed in comparison to her incompetent colleagues. So Monday morning for Matty was a safe bet. It had been easy enough to call his boss and say that he needed the morning off for an emergency dentist appointment.
It was stifling, this feeling of breaking into your own house. He wondered if Celia remembered that he still had a key. If she did, she presumably thought tha
