Chapter Eighteen

“Sure. Tell her I'll be down in the next… five minutes”, Alistair said, checking his watch to make sure he was time accurate.

“No need”, Layla said from behind Regan. Regan stepped aside so she could come in.

“I'm here already. Or am I not allowed to see my God brother”

With Alistair's signal, Regan nodded and left the room.

“Why not?”

“Well there's sure a lot of protocol here”

“Good morning Layla”

“You look nice”

“I know right”, Alistair said, taking a step back.

“Oh please. Save it”

They both laughed. A happy, hearty kind of laughter.

“You look really nice too, Layla”

“As always”, she said, giving a half twirl.

“And this hairdo is my new favourite. God! He does wonders”

“Who? The hairstylist?”

“Hell, yeah”, Layla said as she moved towards his master bed.

“So why did you insist I accompany you today?”, She asked, flunking herself on the bed.

“Cause I need your help”

“My help?”

“Yeah. Your help. I'll tell you more about it at the office”

“Okay …”

Alistair went over the large mirror to