123. Win her back.

123.

David's POV.

After such a long trip with Mr. Oliver, I make my way into the mansion with practiced ease. My driver rushes over and takes my bag from me.

Irene comes also and greets me, asking what I'd like for dinner.

"I think some spaghetti bolognese will do," I tell her. She inclines her head and mutters 'good' before she turns to leave.

On her way into the kitchen, I call her. "Irene."

She stops and gazes at me from over her shoulder. "Sir?"

"I'd love fresh juice too. Make one for me."

She nods again and prances away.

I strut into the living room and sink onto the sofa, turning on the TV.

Clutching the remote control in my hand, I tune in to the sports channel, taking in the football match playing.

The solitary reprieve allows me to relax my corded muscles as I perch my legs over the coffee table before me.

The football doesn't hold my interest. I need to hear from Vera and call people who will help in organizing this gala I'll be hosting.

At that, I emerge on my