Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Spencer,

I hope this finds you well.

You are required to attend a tender meeting to negotiate new contracts for Universal Steel.

The meeting will take place in the office of Sheridan Walters in NYC on the 17th of October at 4pm.

Speak soon

Kellie Anderson,

Personal Assistant to Sheridan Walters

“Are you kidding me?” I snap as I read the email.

“What?”

“Oh, this just keeps getting better. Sheridan has pulled a tender meeting in NYC on the 17th.”

“That’s next week.” Seb frowns.

“I know her game. She wants me to go to New York in the hope that she can seduce me.” I feel my heartrate begin to escalate. This is turning into a very stressful day already.

“Jesus,” Seb mutters. “Diabolical.”

“Yeah, like screwing your ex-wife’s sister.”

“No, that’s just fucking stupid,” Masters grumbles.

I put my hand up immediately, and the waitress comes over. “Yes, how can I help you?”

“Can I have a scotch, please?”

“I’ll have one, too,” Seb says. “Do you want one, Masters?”

“No. I have a feeling you two are going to need legal representation very soon.” He shakes his head. “Preferably from someone who’s sober.”

Charlotte

I scramble around in the bottom of my closet and throw everything to the side. “Where are they?” I can’t find one single pair of work shoes. They must all be at Spencer’s house.

Great, now I’m going to have to call in there on my way to work. I storm out of the closet and call Wyatt.

“Hello,” he answers.

“Hi. I’ve left all of my shoes at Spencer’s. We’ll have to leave early and call past on our way through.”

“That’s fine. We’ll be in the foyer.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I quickly finish getting ready, and twenty minutes later I’m in the back of the Mercedes and on our way. While on the journey, my phone rings. It’s my father. My stomach flips.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hello, darling.”

I smile at the sound of his voice.