Page 60 of Fighting Mr. Knight

“He won’t say. He wants you to arrange a visit.”

I let out a humourless laugh. “He wants to get all his sins out in the wash?”

“Don’t hold your breath, son. Honest to God, I’ve no clue what he wants. He’s not saying a word unless it’s to you. The only way you’ll know is if you see him.”

I’m surprisingly calm, considering I’ve been waiting nearly a decade for this. Wicks has consistently refused to see me.

“Well, what’s it to be, Jack? Am I arranging it?”

“Do it.”

17

Bonnie

I’m in the Lexington office at 8 a.m., ready to redeem myself.

New day, new outlook. Yesterday, Max told me to continue work as usual, so that’s what I’ll do. Jack kicking people out of meetings is just a normal day in the office, and the barbarian boss has forgotten all about it.

I don’t feel good admitting I wasted a lot of time on Olivia’s social media last night in between long, rambling conversations with Kate and Nisha dissecting every last detail onwhy, why, just why?

Kate tells me what I want to hear, and Nisha tells me like it is. Between both, hopefully, I’ll meet in the middle and get through this.

Max has always been twenty steps ahead of me in this breakup. He’ll be married with three kids, a dog and a vasectomy before I’ve finished counselling.

I didn’t take that much notice of Olivia before. We exchanged niceties in the office kitchen and smiled at each other in the hallway. She has an English rose look about her with dimples that people would pay to have surgically added.

She’s been at Bradshaw for about six months and is in a pretty junior admin role. I’ve never even noticed her and Max flirting but clearly, I was blind. I didn’t realise that she was exchanging bodily fluids as well as niceties with Max. I’ve been traded in for a younger model and I’m only twenty-eight.

At least she’s across the road in our Bradshaw office, and I’ll rarely see her for the next few weeks.

I don’t want to get back with Max. I said it to Kate last night and I meant it. I’m finally at the point of no return. That’s not what this is about.

The whole situation just stinks of disrespect. For me and for our relationship. I cannot fathom how a man who told me he loved me every day for years could put me in this horrendous situation and not seem that bothered about it.

He’s missing a massive sensitivity chip if he thinks it’s okay to go on our honeymoon destination with another womanfrom the office.

Now I doubt he ever loved me.

Speak of the devil.

Max hurries up to me as I’m powering on my laptop. “Morning. I’m glad you’re here early.”

“Yesterday was an exception,” I say sharply. “I’m usually early.”

He eyes me warily. “Hopefully, you’ve calmed down now that you’ve slept on it.”

“I’m void of all emotions.” I smile brightly at him. “They’re at the door downstairs.”

His eyes narrow a fraction then he sighs. “Bonnie, I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“Neither does someone who committed manslaughter. It doesn’t make it okay.”

His lips press into a fine line.

“Look, you could have waited, that’s all. Let’s leave it. How can I help you, Max?”

“Good.” He nods curtly. “Listen, Bradshaw and Brown wanted to take you off the project. Bradshaw sent over an apology to Jack last night and said he would deal with it.”

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