Brandy’s POV
‘Well, isn’t this cosy, I hope I’m not interrupting something?’ Kane asks pointedly, his attention still on Maurice’s hands.
‘No, of course not’ I reply, hastily picking up a large collection of the paperwork off the floor, and standing up, the movement forcing the PR assistant to release me.
Maurice, follows my lead, grabbing files too and pushing to his feet, handing them to me, and then waiting awkwardly as I quickly shuffle through everything before handing him the paperwork I was originally looking for.
‘Thanks Bran, I’ll um . . I’ll take a look’ he mumbles before stepping back and heading for the door, reaching Kane, who doesn’t move out of the way, just continues to stand in the doorway, blocking the exit as the poor kid has to squeeze past him, sucking in his thin
