Old Friend, New Enemy

‘It’s more like a sabbatical,’ Kieran said, unconcerned. ‘Hey, a man could burn out from working too hard. I said I needed a break.’ ‘And they just let you go like that?’ ‘I didn’t give them much of a choice.’ He shrugged. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Beata warned me the V Group might kick Kieran out. I bet she didn’t expect Kieran would kick himself out. ‘I told the board of directors the leave could become permanent if they kept pushing.’ Kieran’s voice took on a hard edge. Then he grinned at me. ‘Since I might soon be out of a job, what do you say I come work for you at the café? I’m trained in latte art, you know.’ ‘Are you serious?’ ‘As a heart attack.’ ‘I can’t afford you.’ ‘I can work cheap. Or take payment in kind.’ The glint in his eyes told me exactly what kind of payment he had in mind. ‘Stop thinking with your dick.’ I rolled my eyes at him. He smirked. The car turned onto Harbour Bridge. ‘I found out who posted the original article and started this whole scandalou