54. Jealousy, Trumpeting Love / Part Three
It was around eleven when he showed up. He had, as was usual for him, picked upon the most perfect time. A short while earlier, Gerhard, the last of the advisors, had left the offices; I was on my own, working behind my desk, with only Fury on the other side across the glass panel. ‘Morning gorgeous’, he saluted, as he stood at the doorway, hands in pockets, seemingly yearning for whatever would make up for his one-day away, perhaps a smile, or a tender word, or, hopefully, an affectionate gesture. But the lioness in me was in a completely different valley now, immersed in her preparations for a court hearing, and, on the face of it, not the least interested in any form of love or salutation. ‘I missed you’, he murmured softly as he drew closer. I just ignored him, head down, busy working, or feigning business rather. “Hey kiddo, what’s up?’ he uttered in a mirthful tone as he approached my desk. …………. ‘Mad at me for not coming yesterday?’ …………. ‘Something wrong I have done?’ he said