It's been a few days since my negotiation at the office with Mr Whitlock, and I haven't heard from him yet. I don't have his phone number so I can't reach out to him until he reaches out to me I suppose, just another way I'm under his control. As per our agreement, I have gone into work today at the

I slowly pull the ribbon apart and lift open the lid to the box. It's a pair of teardrop shaped emerald earrings; they're incredibly dainty and yet they look so gorgeous. I audibly gasp as soon as I lay eyes on them, they are just amazing. "They call Seattle 'The Emerald City', not because they get

"You have quite a few tattoos" I comment and he follows my gaze, looking down at his arms and shrugging. "I've got quite a few, I got my first one when I was 16. Once you get one they're kind of hard to stop getting, I still have more I want to get one day" I smile and observe them, a cross on the

I look like an idiot just standing beside Rhodes, unsure of what to do or if I should even say anything. I don't want to distract him and risk being on the receiving end of a verbal lashing. It takes him a couple of minutes before he looks up and realises I'm still standing there. "Right um, things

"Yeah it looks like it will all come together, Amanda is a god send, I should have had her organising this whole thing in the first place" There's that girl again, it's like she walks on water or something. "Do you work with her a lot?" I ask, attempting to keep my tone as relaxed and neutral as I