“I’ve got my morning coffee and I’m reclining lazily at my newly fitted desk. They’ve sat me opposite Libby, so each time she lifts her head, I’ll be there. A constant reminder. I’m the bastard ex-husband who wants to see her fail. It’s brilliant. Tilting the coffee cup to my lips, I can’t shake the grin from my face. Pissing Libby off is only the start of my plan. The more I work on her, the easier it’ll be to reel her in for the long run. So conniving, right? I love it. ... A large metallic clock chimes on the wall behind me and I spin round to see the time. Ten. She’s running late. I was told this morning she’d be in for nine, but it’s been an hour and she’s a no show. It’s not professional. In fact, it’s damn well rude. She’s killing my happy mojo for the day.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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