Chapter 122

  Get a grip, Emma, stop being pathetic.

  “No; I’m still elsewhere. You can handle things for a couple of days,” is the curt response, and I want to cry.

  “Yes, sir.” I hate that it sounds childish and weak; he’s caught me off guard. I’m half asleep and crumbling at the way he’s being, still aching for some of my normal Jake to shine through, but he’s completely gone.

  “I’ll be back Friday. I want a full report on my return.” His tone is still icy and flat. I miss my Jake. It’s obvious, that for whatever reason he left, it is still in his head, that despite the distance, he isn’t going to talk about it. He’s making it clear our relationship is now all business, no hints of friendship or caring anymore.

  “Very good, Mr. Carrero.” PA Emma raises a haughty head and pushes feebleness out of the way.

  Well, fuck you very much, Mr. Cold & Moody. Yes, sure, I shall jump because you’ve demanded it.