LOUIS' POV
I never imagined Gatwick would end up making things this costly.
The telephone on my desk was ringing. I pressed the answer button.
"Sir, a representative of the Carrington Group is here," Ms Deepak told me.
I internally let out a sigh. Great the problem was here. Why didn't my brother mention that he would be sending someone ahead of time? What if I hadn't been here? How annoying. As my finger remained on the answering button I didn't say anything for a moment.
"Ah, sir?," I heard Carmen's voice ask.
My mind was telling me to refuse to see the representative but I knew there was no avoiding this.
"Send him in," I said.
A short while later a man in his early forties entered the office.
"Good afternoon, Mr Carrington," he greeted me as he came and shook my hand.
"Mr Quentin," I said . Quentin was my older brother's assistant.
