didnât mess up either.â
âHoney, I know my husband screws around.â
âGood for you,â she retorted. âNow go get the rest of your information before accusing other people falsely.â
Freyaâs eyes narrowed. âMaybe youâre not as dumb as you look, but you still messed up our lives.â
âI hate to break it to you, Freya,â Bronwyn said coldly, âbut Peter Goldman did that all on his own.â
âLovely,â Freyaâs face twisted cruelly. âIâm almost happy he wants you to have Elsa.â
Bronwynâs eyes swung sharply back to the dog, which lifted its head from the bin and barked at her again as though in acknowledgement.
There was no way in hell she was taking that dog!
All things considered, Claudia was absolutely right. She never should have agreed to think about anything.
âPlease remove the dog from our premises and tell Peter that I have come to the conclusion that ââ
Freya seemed to read her expression correctly and interrupted with sugary satisfaction, âI donât care what conclusions youâve come to. Iâm not keeping her. Iâve got a plane to catch in a few hours and Peter promised me I would not be left with any remnants of his life.â
Freya walked over to the lifts again and pushed the button.
âYou canât just leave that dog here,â Bronwyn gasped.
âPeter said you would look after her.â
âI didnât agree to that.â
The lift doors opened and Freya stepped in. âFrankly, it makes no difference to me what went on between the two of you. Take it up with Peter. I donât have time for this.â
Bronwyn raced over to stop the doors from closing but got there too late. She jabbed frantically at the buttons but could only watch in horror as the lift lights showed Freya had well and truly escaped.
Shit and biscuits!
The dog began to bark loudly behind her again. She spun around with a hand to her temple. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
As if in answer, someone thumped loudly on the glass doors across the room to get her attention. Some assistance maybe? She glanced their way.
It was Simon.
And he was furious.
âBronwyn,â he shook his finger at her, âget that dog out of here!â
âBut ââ
As she was talking, Elsa bounded to the glass where Simon was standing, jumped up on her hind legs and pushed on the handles, rattling the door. Simon took a step back but continued to glare at Bronwyn.
âYou brought this problem into the firm,â he said harshly. âNow you remove it!â
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. âBut what do I do with it? I donât know anything about dogs.â
What if she bites me?
The dog didnât appear to be vicious but nor was it sedate or quiet either.
âCheck it into a kennel and then go see your client and sort this shit out!â Simon threw back at her.
âBut ââ
âBronwyn, I want that mutt out of my office right now! We will discuss your situation later.â
My situation? Why does everyone keep saying I have a situation?
He turned and walked away from the glass wall, becoming absorbed back into the safe confines of the firm. The other staff continued to glare at her and the dog through the glass.
He didnât honestly think she was having an affair with Peter Goldman, did he? Or perhaps he thought sheâd agreed to accept the dog. You would think her colleagues would at least have had a kennel address ready for her. If they couldnât bother helping her that much, she wasnât going to worry about what further damage Elsa did to their workspace while she googled âkennelsâ. They had literally left her to the dogs.
Unfortunately, at this point Elsa lost interest in the glass doors and came bounding back across the room, her leash trailing behind her. This dog was strong enough to crack