It's been five minutes already since Richard was told that I was waiting for him.
"Give her the phone" he had said to Vera.
I had refused, insisting that our discussion had to be on a one and one basis. A face to face interaction. He had instructed Vera to get me whatever I needed, water , coffee or even wine.
It was absurd that he would make such an offer, especially after yesterday. But it confirmed my suspicions, the company really needed a Bogue front page news.
I had turned down the offer of course, even the offer to sit. I paced, not trusting the quiet and solitude, sitting would offer.
I couldn't cry, especially not in front of Vera and I fear if I sit down, or stand at ease, Cole's words might catch up to me or the magnitude of what I'm to do.
So, I paced, letting my mind wander without touching the parts that I didn't want to think about. It was ten minutes before 3pm and Alicia and her daughters most times came back by 4pm.
