HUNDRED AND FORTY

Veil felt really sick after she threw up, but since she had already taken a seven-day leave, which, by the way, had gotten her into trouble with Anders, she didn't think he would be all sunshine and brilliance if she told him she wanted to have the rest of the day off.

Of course, she had seen the concern in his eyes when he helped her in the bathroom and even felt a shiver run through her when she felt his hands at the back of her neck, lifting her hair up. But Veil didn't want to think too much about it. It hurt enough already, and she wasn't going to push it.

Certain it was some stomach flu, Veil skipped lunch and stayed in her office, catching up on the workload she had left behind. She called the English investors, who maintained they had to leave the following day. The only middle line they offered was for Kingston Groups to take responsibility for their flight back to England.

Veil immediately gave her consent because she was sure it wasn't a big deal for the company. And sinc