Libby sighed in frustration, burying her head in her hands, trying to block out the thousands of thoughts swirling through her head. She heard someone cough, as if to get her attention, but she kept her head down, her eyes closed, needing a small break before she either imploded or exploded (she didn't know which would come first in her current state), biting someone's head off in the process.
"Uh something the matter Libby?" a male voice asked.
Libby knew even without raising her head that it was Callum McKay who was standing over her, and by the tone of his voice she knew that he wore a bemused smile on his face.
"No, sir, everything's fine," came Libby's somewhat muffled reply.
"And the reason you look halfway between sleeping and dying?"
Finally Libby lifted her head off her hands and dared a look at the CEO. Callum was standing and watching over her, a questioning yet bemused look on his face. "Well it's just that Gerald and I are trying to buy Nigel a bar of his own and I had forgotten how tedious and frustrating the property market is…" She gave a sigh, then composing herself asked, "Was there something you needed me to do?"
Callum ignored her question, and instead sat himself down in the chair opposite her, looking interested. "You're trying to buy Nigel a bar?" he questioned, not sure if he'd heard right.
Libby nodded. "Yeah. We're trying to cheer him up after what Kieran did to him. He's so upset…"
"And so you're buying him a bar to make him feel better?" Callum clarified.
Libby nodded. "It's been his lifelong dream to own his own bar… Except, well, no one's selling their bars anywhere around here… And I had wanted to get him a bar somewhere nearby, so he could see Gerald whenever he wanted and so that English jerk can see what a mistake he made in firing Nigel!"
"So are you doing this to make Nigel truly feel better, or are you doing this for revenge, as a way of getting back at Kieran?" Callum asked, fixing her with a look.
"To make Nigel feel better of course!" Libby replied. When Callum gave her a disbelieving look, she looked indignant.
"Well it's true. Anyway, when that British rat sees how well Nigel is doing, there'll be no need for any more revenge."
Callum looked at her for a moment. "Well, IV Central is being sold again…" Callum told her.
The blonde's eyes lit up. "Really?!" When Callum nodded, she eyed him curiously, "How do you know this? I've been trawling through real-estate websites for the past hour, and I couldn't find anything…"
"Wonderful way to spend the working day," Callum remarked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but it was not unkind. "Trawling through real-estate, instead of doing your job, hmm?"
Libby looked down sheepishly. "I'm sorry. But I did get everything done first beforehand. Anyway, you didn't answer the question. How do you know that IV Central's up for sale? It wasn't on any real-estate website that I looked in…"
"It's a private sale. The owner is an acquaintance of mine. He'd actually called me this morning to ask if I knew of anyone interested," he replied.
Libby looked as if she could die of happiness. "Wow, you're actually serious, aren't you?"
"Of course I am. I'm guessing that I can now call him back and tell him you're interested?"
Libby nodded. "Yes please. Wow. Thanks!"
Callum smiled. "I guess I'd better go and make that call." He paused at the doorway of his office, "And I expect at least one free dinner from Nigel" he joked, winking, before heading inside.
Libby sank back into her chair. Things could only go up from here…