Chapter 62

Killian

I'd spent the better part of my morning clearing the piled-up stacks of documents on my desk. The other part consisted of planning a date that put me in a royally pissed mood because nothing was going the way I wanted it to.

What the fuck was I thinking when I'd said that in the first place?

I had rehearsed last night a thousand times since my conversation with my mother. What I'd say to her, how I'd make my plea. And I thought I'd figured it out but then this happened and I had only a few hours to plan the perfect date.

That woman was going to be the death of me; I just knew it.

I took off my glasses and tossed them on my desk. My mind was trying to narrow down a plan but nothing fit, nothing fucking fit. I scrubbed my hands over my face and I inhaled a deep breath before pressing the intercom button. "Cleo?"

I waited for her to reply or at least walk into my office but when nothing happened after a minute, I pressed it again. "Cleo?"

Another minute passed.

Was it so impo