CAEL’S POVI had settled in my office before Charles came to see me. I had noticed his wiggly body language from the moment he entered but I pretended not to know. I focused on the files before me which I had to review. I disliked paperwork but sadly, that was what made up seventy percent of my job.“It was a great drive here, I believe?” Charles asked.“I didn’t drive, Oliver did,” I replied dryly.“Oh, I see. I know,” he muttered. “How about breakfast? Did you have that yet?”I dropped my pen and looked up to me, “I would appreciate it if you would go straight to the point.”He sighed, his head bowed, “I caused a problem between you and Zara, didn’t I?”I nodded, “Yes, I slept in the guest room yesterday.”“I don’t know how I can fix this,” he said, sighing once more. “I really didn’t mean that to happen. It was err… what’s the word?”“It’s all good, I’m not blaming you,” I said.He shook his head in disagreement, “I believe I am responsible to some extent.”“Sure,” I affirmed. “But
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