Michael
James returns from the City, triumphant.
“The Directorship?" I ask.
“The Directorship," he beams.
“All confirmed?"
“Yes. All the terms are agreed: fees, shareholding, my terms of reference. I signed this morning. All it needs is Haswell's signature....
“A formality then…" I interrupt.
He nods. “Yes, a formality...."
I try to be pleased for him. “Congratulations, James. you deserve it. I know how much work you've put in over the years." My words are sincere. It's true. He's worked his balls off to achieve this, but I see Charlotte eyeing me....
She knows it's not right between us yet....
“Champagne?" I say. “I think James deserves a toast."
James is all enthusiasm, rattling on about his work. Charlotte watches him with something of that old look she had for him, that exp
