Ellis POV
I sat in the executive chair in the office, getting work done as well as I could under the circumstances. Even with the new legal troubles, some things never changed.
“And tell them if they don’t they will have to answer to me,” I said.
“Got it,” my project manager, William, said, looking a little shaken.
Handling contractors came with the job, and was mostly a matter of patience, and being commanding. Much the same as handling a child having a tantrum.
I relaxed a little as the call went away, taking more of the immediate problems with it. There were other problems hanging over my head that I didn’t like to think about.
A little annoyed and very tired I loosen my tie, which had come to feel like a noose. After the house arrest, theoretical as it might have been, I hardly wore one anymore.
I felt Olivia’s absence in my chest, like a weight. One I tried to lighten with another drink. Sipping lightly from the tumbler of rum, careful not to get drunk.