Robert Hargreaves Works From Home
Author's Note: Here's an unused Robert Hargreaves chapter that didn't quite go in the direction I needed to. When you're dealing with multiple POVs driving towards a single devastating conclusion, you have to make sure none of them lag behind, and that everyone gets to the ball on time.
She knocked on his door shortly after 3:00 p.m.
Robert Hargreaves looked up from his computer when he heard the soft rapping on the glass and saw Amy was already dressed in her bikini—all white—with some kind of floral print sash wrapped around her waist. Her short blonde hair was pulled back through the opening in a Hargreaves Group baseball hat. She held a martini glass questioningly in one hand, and by the number of olives—three, she took one—he knew it was meant for him.
He checked his watch; braided metal jangled on his wrist.
