Ryder’s P.O.V.
It’s Monday, I called June into my office and closed the door.
“June, I’ve been worried about you all weekend since you fell over in the stairwell and hurt your knee. Because I rang someone to see you urgently on Friday after work, and I am paying the bill, I want to make sure you got the treatment you deserve,” I say quietly.
She tells me it went well, that the old man was surprised someone her age turned up in a teeny tight mini skirt, and that he spent about an hour and a half looking at her knee.
“More than an hour for your knee?” I ask, surprised.
She explains he was very thorough with lots of leg stretches.
I look at her carefully. “Look, June, quite confidentially, I am considering whether to give you a very substantial pay rise as your work has been good, but
