Chapter Forty-five

‘’What do you want to talk about?’’ Dylan queried with little interest, striding across the huge posh spacious office to the desk and pouring himself a glass of scotch not bothering to offer Bryan one.

    ‘’What was that about?’’ Bryan asked suddenly.

Dylan turned to face him while perching on the edge of the desk sipping his drink leisurely. His face a blank mask.

   ‘’What? You didn’t tell me you wanted one.’’ He replied, evading the question.

    ‘’You know that’s not what I’m talking about Dylan, you two looked like you were about to rip each other’s throat.’’ &n