#Chapter 221: Spitting image

Alexander “Thanks for coming on such short notice,” Conrad said. “I know you are a very busy man.” I shrugged. “I’ll always make time for the business.” Things had been chilly between us all afternoon as we worked together through back-to-back meetings. That was my doing. I was just still pissed at him; my anger over his deceit and insubordination, and the way he’d hurt Fiona, rose hotly back to the surface every time I looked at his face. Our attorneys had just departed from the last meeting of the day. Conrad closed his office door behind them and crossed the room. He cleared his throat awkwardly while sitting into his desk chair and immediately snatched up a toothpick and started to gnaw on it. I was pacing slowly along the exterior wall of the office, gazing out the glass at the moving shapes of the city below. I was tired of sitting down after doing so for the past hour. After a minute of tense silence, Conrad asked, “How is she, Alexander? The baby?” I wheeled to face him.