Charlotte
Francis’ intercom buzzes. “Francis, it’s Kirstie. I’m trying to find Charlotte. Is she up there?”
Francis starts to reply, but I interrupt her. “Yes, I’m here, Kirstie.”
“I have someone down here for you. A Mr Maurio Vincenzo. He says he’s from Vincenzo and Partners…”
My Master c***s a questioning brow.
“The lawyers who handled my divorce.”
What on earth could they want?
“Does he say what it’s about, Kirstie?”
“Just that he needs to speak with you. Should I send him up?”
“Yes, of course.”
My Master, frowning, “You don’t have anything outstanding from your divorce surely?”
“I don’t see how I could. And if there was anything, I’m sure Chad would have mentioned it.”
He sucks in his cheeks. “Would you like me to sit in with you?”
Translation… I want to sit in with you…
