Connor’s POV
This is torture, possibly the worst torture that I have ever had the misfortune to be subjected to. I do not want to be here, I want to be back at my apartment, with my little girl who isn’t feeling well and needs her daddy. The two of us curled up on my couch as awful kid's programmes, play on the TV screen!
I’m seconds from telling Harrison to just email me the damn information for the job next week, and I’ll read it at home when my phone starts to ring in my pocket.
I pull it out, immediately swiping to answer when I see Hali’s name on my screen.
‘Hal’ I mutter, pushing up from my chair at the table in the conference room, lifting my chin at Harrison to say I need to take this before heading out into the hallway. ‘You OK? How is Grace? Do you need me to come home?’
Hal
