Blaming Herself

DOMINIC

“Well...?” Janet broke the silence and I saw that her gaze was fully pointed at me.

“What?”

“Are you just going to sit there as if you just didn’t do something wrong?”

Honestly, I don’t see anything wrong with what I said. Grace has something somewhere she is entitled to and I was trying to make her realise that it was not only possible but right to get it back.

“I am sure she needs some space,” I gruffly replied, my hand already reaching into my pocket before I recalled that Grace collected my phone earlier. Now would have been the best time to check in with Dave.

“Do you even know what you did?” Janet flashed me her signature elderly, speech on the way, kind of eyes.

“I know that,” I ran my hands over my thigh while my head tried to reason a quick way out of the room, “she should be the owner of that company. It is obvious. Besides Stanley always speaks of not being the...”

“Jesus Christ, Eliot. The woman just sang into our ears that she doesn’t want anything to do with it.