As he leaves, James calls after him, “No more second chances, Ben.”
Ben doesn’t turn or acknowledge the words, but I see his scowl as he crosses the street.
Michael turns to Charlotte, pulls her into his arms. “I don’t know what he said to you, but I do not want a divorce.”
Now that the crisis has passed, Charlotte crumples. Her face pressed against his chest, she nods, tears in her voice. “I know.”
“Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?” I ask.
Michael nods gratefully. “That’d be great, Kirstie. Thanks.”
I show the three into the small conference room which is vacant for the afternoon. When I bring in the coffee tray, James passes me a note. “Can you call that number, please, Kirstie. Ask for Sam Callaghan and tell him that Charlotte won’t be on-site this afternoon. I’ll be in touch with him about it tomorrow.”
“Of course, Mr Alexanders.”