Daisy’s POV
Three days pass, and I’m just starting to relax when the door to my café opens ten minutes before closing.
‘We’re just about to close, so I’m afraid it’s take away orders only’ I call up, not looking up from the case as I continue to write down the wastage for the night.
‘I’m not here for a sandwich Ms Perell’ a deep voice replies, echoing around the empty space as my gaze snaps upward.
Standing beside my counter, is the dark eyes developer from the meeting. I instinctively look behind him but he’s alone, his lawyer nowhere to be seen.
‘I was hoping that we could talk’ the developer murmurs, his coal black eyes boring into mine making me uncomfortable.
‘Sure’ I reply, waving toward the nearest table as I walk out from behind the counter and toward it. The man joins me, ta
