The first official meeting - II

The first thing that Joyce noticed was how large the room was. It was definitely bigger than their dining room combined with their kitchen and she always thought that that was a waste of space.

The next thing she noticed was Adrian sitting behind the desk, quite big one yet neat and clean. He stood up the moment the doors closed after her and lost the distance in between them before coming to a stop and leaving a good distance in between them.

"Joyce," Adrian nodded and held out his hand, "I am assuming you know my name."

"I-I do, Sir." She nodded before she glanced at his outstretched hand and clasped it with her own sweaty one.

Shite. That was one way to make a first impression. Good thing they were not getting married anyway.

"Sir?" Adrian's eyebrow went up. "I must say, this is a surprising turn of events compared to the last time we met."

Double shite.

The last time they met, she had eaten a shit ton of garlic before blowing it into his face. Why did she do the weird shit no one else would think of?!

"Um," Joyce let out a nervous giggle before licking her lips in nervousness, "I..well, I was not exactly thinking you know, straight."

"Sure." His face shifted into an Expressionless mask but the amusement in his eyes remained. "Please, Have a seat, Ms O'Sullivan."

He stepped aside and let her go first like he was nothing but a perfect gentleman who never thought of getting his hands dirty in blood, which was something he probably must do on a daily basis.

Joyce closed her eyes firmly and gave herself a quick shake. Now was not the time to think of murders!

There were only two seats in front of her desk. So, she settled into the right one and right after her, he took the place behind the desk.

This was worst than every parent teacher meeting that she had ever attended. Not that she had ever been a culprit in anything.

Why was he not talking? Was he planning to blackmail where? Did he not realise that she had almost nothing to her name?

Adrian opened his mouth to say something but Joyce beat him to it, having come to an end of her patience.

"Please," she whispered with a desperate expression on her face, "don't tell my father about George. I don't have anything to give you, if you're planning to blackmail me. I literally have nothing that I can sell and come up with an amount of even £1000. Literally Nada. And honestly if you think I can advise my father on anything that's not true either. He barely listens to what my brother has to say. Nowhere in hell, he would listen to me—"

"Ms O'Sullivan," Adrian huffed in annoyance. But when she looked and observed carefully, he looked like he was holding back his laughter.

"I'm aware of the fact that you cannot bring me anything. I have no intention of blackmailing you or manipulating your father. This is a simple chat that we are going to have in regards to what happened yesterday in that donut shop."

"Oh." Donut shop? What else happened in the donut shop other than him catching George and her together?

As if he could tell that she was thinking about it, Adrian added further, "you were the one that came up with the observation that the bank notes were fake."

"Oh that," she snapped her fingers, "yeah, I did. Honestly, anyone could have done that. So, I did nothing special there."

Not everyone, apparently. Not anyone could have assumed that he would be given fake currency to begin with.

"Not everyone, Miss O'Sullivan. Your keen eye saved me millions of pounds and equally valued time which is why I give you the opportunity to ask anything from me."

"Anything?" She whispered in surprise.

"Yes," he confirmed, "anything."