Chapter 17: The Golf Training (1)
Later that night, when Kieran and Jaxon had gotten Zyn back to her apartment, they left. Kieran felt both relieved, getting back to the penthouse, that they had made it in time to prevent her from falling victim to rape. But at the same time, it bothered him whether Zyn would even want to see him anymore.
He sighed as he sat on the couch in the main lounge. And with such bad timing, his P.A. emerged inside the lounge after the automatic door closed behind her.
Amanda bowed, a file clasped to her abdomen. "Evening, Mr. Holland."
Kieran nodded, too bothered by his current situation to respond.
Amanda turned on her iPad, scrolled for a while, and handed it over to Kieran. She was about to start explaining things about that schedule of his when Kieran returned the device and rose from the couch.
He said, "It's fine by me as long as you have everything all planned out. Good night, Amanda." And he turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, Amanda asked him, "... Is everything all right, sir?"
Kieran didn't turn right away, but took in the surprise of her asking this question. She would normally have disappeared as soon as they were done discussing business. How astonishing!
Nonetheless, Kieran replied to her with a tight smile, "Maybe. Maybe not. I just think I messed something up... with my ex..."
Kieran paused when he saw her look away from him; then, with strong concern, he stared at the iPad. He tilted his head, waiting a few seconds before the response came...
"I know more than to meddle with your personal affairs, sir. What I am saying is..." she looked up, stepped closer to Kieran, and turned the screen at him, "... the golf training with Mr. Alan Martinez is tomorrow, so..." she stepped back, "... it won't be nice of us to have you get into that moody state before meeting him. We need to bring him closer, and in your normal state filled with nice vibes, you—"