Chapter Eleven

Greyson

9 am Monday morning came and went with no sign of Zoe. I paced the floor in front of Mabel's desk glancing at my watch and back at the unmoving private elevator. I should have never given Zoe a chance. I should have known this would happen. Zoe was a mess, incapable of organising a party in a brewery.

She blamed everything on her kids, on being a single parent. It was all bullshit. My mom was a single parent. She held down a job and studied while raising Stella and me and we were never late for school. We were always pushed to do our best. Zoe appeared to be raising a future felon, a mild-mannered mute and a kid who thinks the world owes him a living and shoes. My mother would never allow anything like that to happen.

"She'll be here, Sir," Mabel said. "This job is important to her."

"Yeah, it looks like it," I scoffed.

The Zoe I remembered from school was never late but then the Zoe I remembered from school would never have had three kids before the age of thirty with n