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 ...