“I see that she was right and, as she put it, will have to really dig deep and do some serious soul searching in order to make sure I don’t ruin our children and end up turning them both into Joffrey fromGame of Thrones.”
“Quite right.”
“Yes, well she’s got a point, I suppose.” I stand in front of his desk, feeling rather awkward for a moment, then say, “What’s my morning like?”
“You have that Earth Summit conference call in eight minutes, but after that you’ll have an hour and fifty-four minutes to do some soul searching whilst you answer correspondence.”
Nodding, I say, “Perfect.”
“If I may, I’d suggest using that time to pop out to hand-select a nice apology gift for Princess Tessa.”
“Excellent idea,” I say, pointing to him. “Very smart indeed. Now, don’t give me any hints. I really should think of something on my own.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, with a satisfied look on his face.
Damn, that’s a shame. Vincent is honestly the best at coming up with thoughtful gifts, whereas I tend to fall flat. I slink into my office, wishing I could disappear into the plush carpet.
