Michael Taylor was sure- he was in love with Lydia Saunders, even if she was engaged to someone else. He had been for years and no one else came close. Not until that kiss happened.
Suddenly, Lyanna Saunders- the woman he vowed to hate forever- was...
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This week was Max's Remedy Week at school or as I call it, half term. Usually, I take the week off so I can spend some time with him but instead, he's decided to fly off to Austria with his best friend, Freddie Sholto, to go skiing. Skiing, of all things! Knowing my reckless, idiot son, he's going to break a leg or worse, his bloody neck. It'll serve him right. Still, I can't help but worry about him. I had even cancelled my week off so I could keep my mind off the worse possible scenarios.
In retrospect, I should have stayed at home because coming into the office only to have a showdown with Christopher Casek and one of his minions was not high on my list of things to do this week.
"You are being unreasonable!" I shout at Kit across the meeting room table. With a heavy sigh, he tipped his head back and groaned. "You... you... you're..."
Dimitri Sokolov, Kit's right-hand man in all things business, a second-generation Russian in London and manic coffee drinker, leaned back in his chair and did that weird thing with his hand, where he would place his middle finger along his lips while his index finger rested vertically against his cheek. It annoyed me whenever he did this in meetings because it meant he was judging me and that little bitch loved nothing more than judging people.
"Oh, piss off, Dimitri," I snipe at him. He raises an eyebrow at me in that condescending way of his which only gets my blood boiling even more. I still cannot believe that Kit is friends with this tool but whenever I've raised it, Kit shuts me down and tells me that Dimitri is a huge figure at Casek Development and he cannot run his empire without him. Yes, his bloody empire. Turning back to Kit, I push his annotated plans back towards him. "You cannot put an aquarium in your building, Mr Casek. It's preposterous and ostentatious and quite possibly the stupidest suggestion you've made yet. Is it even legal for you to have an aquarium in the building?"
Kit smirks at me. "Are you seriously calling me Mr Casek right now?"
Kit Casek, in all the years I've known him, has had some fantastical ideas for his business but wanting to house a jellyfish in the reception atrium of the building I've been designing for him is the pinnacle of stupidity. I'm starting to see where Max gets his vivid imagination from. Nevertheless, whatever I try to say to curb Kit's ideas, it's akin to talking to a wall. A non-porous wall.
