Chapter Twenty Three

Derrick sat at the table in the restaurant with a glass of scotch in his hand. He took a burning sip and continued to gaze out at the sea not too far away. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't concentrate enough to get any job done and he couldn't fucking think straight. Sheila was on constant replay in his head, her reactions to what he had said earlier. Everything about the situation was starting to scare him more than usual.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Jenna said as she dropped into the chair across from him; already waving a waiter over.

She had asked to meet him to talk about what had happened in his office back in New York, and he agreed to it, asking that she meet him here. He was already here when she called anyways, so there was no point in asking to meet up elsewhere. 

"A glass of champagne please" she called sweetly to the waiter as soon as he reached the table

"Anything else?" the young girl asked, looking between the both of them

"Anot