ROBERT
“Excuse me, Mr. Bradley.” I raised a finger, taking a step back from the estate manager I was currently talking to, and as I walked away, I brought the ringing phone to my ear.
“Any news, Natasha?” I queried sharply, not liking the fact that her call had just interrupted the critical discussion I’d been having.
“Good day to you, sir.”
“Good day, Natasha. Now get on with why you called. Is there anything important you want to tell or inform me about?” I interjected sharply, not wanting any of my time wasted anymore, and luckily, she quickly answered.
“No, not at all, sir. I just wanted to let you know that I got your mail last night, and I don’t really understand what you asked of me. I mean I….”
“What don’t you understand there?”
“You said I should… I… Aren’t you coming back to New York in some week's time, as you said?”