listening, Sophia. The glass is soundproof.”
The car parked in the garage and Wilkins got out and opened the door for her with an impassive face.
Sophia blushed and looked at Ethan, who just laughed and whispered in her ear, “I can assure you he doesn’t know what happened here. Come on, baby, let’s move this to the bed.”
“Ethan, Ethan,” she shook her head at his eagerness and exited the car with a bright smile on her face.
5.35 p.m.
Sophia waited for Ethan in his sitting room. She pulled 1984 from the shelf and leafed through it.
Ethan approached her from behind and put his arms around her and inhaled her scent. “You smell so good, my darling. What are you reading?” He perused the book over her shoulder, “George Orwell?”
“I read this book when I was very young. It made a huge impression in me. Do you remember the book well?” She turned in his arms to watch his face.
“Yes. Why?”
“Room 101. Have you ever imagined being in a room with your worst fear?”
He looked at her askance, “No. Never. Why, Sophia, I don’t even know what my worst fear is. Not rats, for sure,” he chortled.
“Mine is moths and butterflies.”
“You’re kidding,” he laughed this time. “I don’t believe it.”
“I’m serious. I loathe butterflies and moths. That’s why I said earlier today that I didn’t wear jewelry depicting these insects. That room was the most effective and horrible torture I could ever imagine undergoing,” she shuddered.
Ethan hugged her, “Don’t worry, darling, no one is going to torture you.”
Chapter 6
London, The City, Victoria Embankment.
The City of London Bank Headquarters.
Wednesday, January 20 th , 2010.
10.10 a.m.
Alistair Connor MacCraig entered the meeting room from the connecting door of his office. The room was empty. He looked at his vintage Patek Philip Perpetual Calendar Moonphase.
Wales is already ten minutes late . Alistair didn’t do late. He opened the door to the reception room, looked around and noticed the back of two heads, one dark, one fair, inclined close together, engaged in an intimate conversation. He motioned for his personal assistant to come in. “MacKeenan, could you please let Mr. Wales know that he is late while I start the meeting?”
Sophia looked at her watch and whispered to Edward, “I hate waiting.”
“Heavens, Sophia. It’s only been ten minutes.” He smiled at her. “How did you cope with Gabriela’s pregnancy?”
Her hazel eyes sparkled and the corners of her lips twisted. “Perfectly fine. I was already working then and if I was bored I just invented a new idea for her room or bought something new for her.”
“Poor, poor Gabriel,” he chuckled.
“Poor Gabriel?” She giggled, remembering how protective and overwhelming her husband had been. “Poor, poor me! He panicked when I told him I was pregnant. In the last month, he almost locked me inside the apartment.” She repressed a laugh and whispered to him. “When I told him it was time to go the hospital, I thought he was going to faint.”
The secretary approached them. “Mr. MacCraig is ready to receive you. This way, please.”
“Sophia, let me do the talking,” Edward whispered in her ear before entering the meeting room.
She paused at the tall, wide door, raised one eyebrow, looked at him, and made a face.
Men! “Trust me, Edward, I won’t put my foot in my mouth.” She put a hand on his arm, squeezed and stepped into the room.
Alistair scowled at his watch again and turned to look out at the London skyline. A well-known boredom took over his soul.
Another unvaried, insipid day. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. Every day is the same. Will light ever come back to my wearisome life? He heard the room door open again.
Another dull meeting discussing this contract. Today, I’ll get this account. At least, something to brighten my day . He pasted a smile on his face, turned on his heels and steeped forward to greet the CEO of Leibowitz
The car parked in the garage and Wilkins got out and opened the door for her with an impassive face.
Sophia blushed and looked at Ethan, who just laughed and whispered in her ear, “I can assure you he doesn’t know what happened here. Come on, baby, let’s move this to the bed.”
“Ethan, Ethan,” she shook her head at his eagerness and exited the car with a bright smile on her face.
5.35 p.m.
Sophia waited for Ethan in his sitting room. She pulled 1984 from the shelf and leafed through it.
Ethan approached her from behind and put his arms around her and inhaled her scent. “You smell so good, my darling. What are you reading?” He perused the book over her shoulder, “George Orwell?”
“I read this book when I was very young. It made a huge impression in me. Do you remember the book well?” She turned in his arms to watch his face.
“Yes. Why?”
“Room 101. Have you ever imagined being in a room with your worst fear?”
He looked at her askance, “No. Never. Why, Sophia, I don’t even know what my worst fear is. Not rats, for sure,” he chortled.
“Mine is moths and butterflies.”
“You’re kidding,” he laughed this time. “I don’t believe it.”
“I’m serious. I loathe butterflies and moths. That’s why I said earlier today that I didn’t wear jewelry depicting these insects. That room was the most effective and horrible torture I could ever imagine undergoing,” she shuddered.
Ethan hugged her, “Don’t worry, darling, no one is going to torture you.”
Chapter 6
London, The City, Victoria Embankment.
The City of London Bank Headquarters.
Wednesday, January 20 th , 2010.
10.10 a.m.
Alistair Connor MacCraig entered the meeting room from the connecting door of his office. The room was empty. He looked at his vintage Patek Philip Perpetual Calendar Moonphase.
Wales is already ten minutes late . Alistair didn’t do late. He opened the door to the reception room, looked around and noticed the back of two heads, one dark, one fair, inclined close together, engaged in an intimate conversation. He motioned for his personal assistant to come in. “MacKeenan, could you please let Mr. Wales know that he is late while I start the meeting?”
Sophia looked at her watch and whispered to Edward, “I hate waiting.”
“Heavens, Sophia. It’s only been ten minutes.” He smiled at her. “How did you cope with Gabriela’s pregnancy?”
Her hazel eyes sparkled and the corners of her lips twisted. “Perfectly fine. I was already working then and if I was bored I just invented a new idea for her room or bought something new for her.”
“Poor, poor Gabriel,” he chuckled.
“Poor Gabriel?” She giggled, remembering how protective and overwhelming her husband had been. “Poor, poor me! He panicked when I told him I was pregnant. In the last month, he almost locked me inside the apartment.” She repressed a laugh and whispered to him. “When I told him it was time to go the hospital, I thought he was going to faint.”
The secretary approached them. “Mr. MacCraig is ready to receive you. This way, please.”
“Sophia, let me do the talking,” Edward whispered in her ear before entering the meeting room.
She paused at the tall, wide door, raised one eyebrow, looked at him, and made a face.
Men! “Trust me, Edward, I won’t put my foot in my mouth.” She put a hand on his arm, squeezed and stepped into the room.
Alistair scowled at his watch again and turned to look out at the London skyline. A well-known boredom took over his soul.
Another unvaried, insipid day. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. Every day is the same. Will light ever come back to my wearisome life? He heard the room door open again.
Another dull meeting discussing this contract. Today, I’ll get this account. At least, something to brighten my day . He pasted a smile on his face, turned on his heels and steeped forward to greet the CEO of Leibowitz
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