#Chapter72

THREE STAGES OF ANGER

JOY

I followed Richard into the tall building with long glass windows and excellent furnishing and everything posh. The floor was cream marble and the walls bright white. Opposite the entrance was the reception table, the two women in proper shirts and skirts, blazers and vests, smiled at us as we entered.

“Mr Brown,” one of the women said but Richard only gave a terse nod, ignoring them and walking past the table toward the elevator.

I really wanted to greet them, given how neglected they looked but I was too worried to have made any move.

We’d gone to Vince’s penthouse but he wasn’t...