Chapter 132

I knew exactly where she was until that cutie-pie Libby came over to visit. She’s a doll, that one, with her impish smile and those killer dimples. Pretty good grip when she’s pulling a beard as well, as I can now testify. I hope to god they don’t take her to a Santa’s village this Christmas—she’ll have him unveiled as a fraud as soon as she sits on his lap. I was with my assistant, Luisa, and Libby’s grandad Harper when she tumbled over, a whirlwind of giggles in a frilly pink dress. We were discussing a potential takeover of a software company in Seoul, which probably wasn’t appropriate bearing in mind the occasion. Still, I was enjoying it a lot more than the rest of the day. It felt good to lose myself in the safety of business talk. I can win that game hands down because I know what I’m doing and I’m very, very good at it. Unlike being a husband—I clearly suck at that. Amber’s been erratic all day, lurching from laughter to barbed comments in a way that’s left my head spinning. Ta