EMILY WALKED INTO JOHNSON Property Development with her head held high and an email on her phone from Cindy asking her if she’d managed to get Nathan to agree to speak at the anniversary night gathering.
And damn it, she hadn’t. She’d had him all to herself two nights ago and she’d folded at the last minute. She’d shot out of there so b****y fast she hadn’t thought about using the time with him for something more constructive.
Instead, she’d wanted to know about him and his past, his personality. She was intrigued and it was going to be the death of her, she was sure.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She took the lift up to the sixth floor and walked out into the foyer and turned into the office where Martine sat behind her pristine desk.
“Good afternoon, Martine.”
“Emily. Lovely to see you.
