Chapter 25: The Gathering Of Stormclouds, Part 3, The Wrath Of James

The following day, I am sitting at my desk, working, but waiting for the storm. Nausea rises in my throat and I couldn’t face breakfast.

The intercom buzzes. “Hello, Kirstie. It’s Francis here from the director’s floor...”

Here it comes...

“Can you come up please; immediately. Mr Alexanders has phoned to say he would like a word with you.”

During the journey up the elevator, my stomach clenches. How will a man like James Alexanders react to what happened? Do I still have a job?

I’ve just lost the best job I ever had...

As I step out, there is a pleasant-faced woman seated at a desk.

“Kirstie?”

Feeling timid, “Yes, that’s me.”

“Take a seat. Mr Alexanders is on his way now.” She looks across at me, I think with some sympathy in her eyes.

Waiting doesn’t help my mood at all, but it’s only for a minute or so. The elevator door whispers open and James Alexanders steps out, wrath written across his face.