Callan’s POV
I’m sitting in my office, staring out of the window rather than doing any work. I should be going over the final checks for the Mahari banquet but instead my head is filled with my upcoming marriage and how I need to grow a pair of balls and tell my best friends that I’m leaving the company.
My phone rings on my desk and I turn around, reaching for the receiver.
‘Yes?’ I ask curtly, turning back toward the window again.
‘Mr Hownell, I have a walk in appointment at reception who is wondering if anyone could see her today’ our receptionist’s voice chirps down the line.
‘Tell her she has to book in’ I grumble back, in no mood to listen to some random off the street ask about protecting her precious daughter’s wedding day from an old flame and then gasp in shock when she hear
