A Triangle In A Circle

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e of well-being seeping into her consciousness, her body uncurling

hurled off the bedclothes, leaped out of bed, and headed for a door, which stood ajar and led to an enormous bathroom. Emily took a warm shower and just in time she was dressed up. A few

esh white coat from the hanger in the backseat along with a black leather stilet

derly woman with a fatal heat stroke, a teenager who'd likely never walk again after stealing his father's car and crashing into a dump truck, cracking several vertebrae and injur

She had several broken ribs and a fractured skull, first they had to stop the internal bleeding

h staring at the files scattered all over her tabl

climax after another. This has been going on for the past four months now, she once call

on her door inte

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of flowers in his arms. Beautiful roses, of co

r you while you were in the ER,"

f the roses, looking at the beautiful banquet, there was a card attached to it. She opene

eyes widened at what she heard. "What... I mean-wow, um...

nth?" She scoffed and ran her fingers through her hair.

stood up and paced the room nervo

move, she walked towards him, her briefcase in One hand... The golden sheen of his skin betrayed his British heritage and the soft fabric of his Casual shirt clung to shoulders that were wide and powerful

don't want or expect polite, I don't do small talk or pleasantries. I don't care about the Weather or th

, too, she thought, trying

But she couldn't leave. She had a job to do. People depend on her. Now she had to convince him to trust their comp

rrected," she said quickly, hoping that he couldn't see that her legs were shaking. "I have all t

" His jaw was covered in neat faded beards and

u had a chance to talk to me... those

m to squash her natural optimism. "I was hoping that onc

ould I

e watched his face hopefully, searching for something-anything-that might indicate that he was

No hope at all. No answering smile. And it was impossible to know

ted at the door. "You can take your leave, I'll let your director know how your presence made no

d. "The flowers ha

Kieran sa

an could send someone flowers? she thought. For

said ignoring her Presence as his ass

ld they send me here if you weren't even interested, all my boss told me was you didn't agree with the plan my team... pu

rned to look at her, Now he was i

was wrong, he only acted this way around business. "I th

brow and stared at her for a minute and said. "Tell your people to start work tomorrow

hat just happened? She asked herself. "I got

ieran asked as they went up t

ut their meeting at Da' vison Inc. on Thursday... and The Bishop

hary again..." he said as the elevator chimed and the door opened. "And tell The Bish

ore he stepped into his o

Jackson Baxter? ..

all back when yo

went into his office. For the past six months, he'd arrived, he had been staying at his hotel suite or the penthouse, it was about time

ernational. But Kieran didn't get over the accident six years ago, well he did physically but it crashed him emotionally; his BMW Z4 sports convertible was crushed by a drunk SUV driver at max speed, it was a miracle he walked out alive with just a few scratches, but not Sarah,

few times, then

said over the phone che

of catching up to do and speaking on the phone was

ll smiling Kieran took a sip of his scotch, and held it in his mouth for a bit before swallowing, he

laming himself either, only if he hadn't picked up an argument with her about

and it shattered into pieces against the tiled floor. He h

ou," Vic said looking at the

Make sure everything is in order here tomorrow, I won't be coming here till

dded goodnight to a few people as he passed through the lobby and out the front to where the convo

years together before the accident, he had plans for them. He wanted to build a family with her, he loved her, and she was the only one he'd planned to be with. And when she died, it all

ress was all over him for a while, trying t

very event together. When she died, the media went crazy, they wanted every detail on how he was taking it, but all they got for their headlines were just how he s

Six years, he thought. That was the last time he set foot here, of course, he paid ever

ront overlooking Biscayne B

had almost forgotten what it smelt like, he stood there for a minute looki

ave the Steward a

, so I asked them to prepare

ough a cozy living room then to the study, he stared at the large reading table and he could almost hea

edroom they shared. There was just really none of her belo