"Did you save a nation in your past life because if you did then you must be the luckiest son of a bitch I’ve ever met,” Diane said, walking into his office the next day.
He’d spent the night trying to think of a way to make things right with Blair. He hadn’t come up with anything that felt right, so now he was out of ideas, exhausted, and cranky. He knew he needed to tell her what she want but the thought of remembering everything that happened years ago, the pain of the incident that destroyed him and destroyed his family...
He couldn't, he just couldn't.
“What do you want?”Zeke snapped at his PR adviser. She really needed to learn how to knock and not just waltz into his office.
“Is that any way to speak to the woman about to save your company and possibly even your relationship?” Diane asked, crossing her arms. A cocky smile crossed her lips.
“If you can do that, then I’ll change my tone,” he replied. He wanted another cup of coffee, but coffee always made him think o