d put my head in
my hands. Could I be any more miserable? After a while, there’s a gentle
knock on the door.
“Ana?” It’s Hannah.
Fuck. “Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Boyce Fox is here to see you.”
Shit. “Show him into the meeting room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Do you want some tea?”
“Please.”
After my lunch—another cream cheese and salmon bagel, which I manage to
keep down—I sit staring listlessly at my computer, looking for inspiration and
wondering how Christian and I are going to resolve this huge problem.
My BlackBerry buzzes, making me jump. I glance at the screen—
it’s Mia. Jeez, that’s all I need, her gushing and enthusiasm. I hesitate,
wondering if I could just ignore it, but courtesy wins out.
“Mia,” I answer brightly.
“Well, hello there, Ana—long time no speak.” The male voice is familiar, and
my world stops spinning.
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Fuck! My scalp prickles and all the hair on my body stands to attention as
adrenaline floods through my system.
It’s Jack Hyde.
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