Repeating History (History #1) Read Online Free PDF

but I think you should have something to do in the mean time... and it’ll keep Jake off your back about covering your rent. Call me back.”
    I decide the best thing to do with my Saturday morning is to do work. I have nothing better to do and if I’m honest with myself I enjoy my work. I catch up on all of my emails and go over some of my team’s ideas so that I’ll be ready for the directors meeting on Monday morning. I decide to message Clara. I tell myself it’s just to warn her about the meeting but really I know I just want to talk to her.
    Delos – every Monday morning Landon likes to have a meeting with all the directors.
    Thought I’d better warn you. He’ll want to know what’s going on with your current accounts.
    Thanks for the warning.
    Her response is irritatingly short.
    I could help you prepare. If you like.
    I think I’ll be okay.
    But thank you.
    You’re welcome. This Monday shouldn’t be too big what with it being Christmas Eve.
    Okay . 
    Have you thought more about my Christmas present?
    I can’t resist the opportunity. I need to get a rise out of her. It’s like heroin or coke and I’m an addict. She doesn’t respond immediately and so I carry on working on one of my current projects.
    What are you going to get me?
    I can’t work out if she’s teasing me, calling my bluff or flirting... she’s the only girl that’s ever confused me. It’s infuriating.
    You can have anything you want, princess.
    Including you leaving me alone?
    Her answer isn’t the one I want.
    Except that.
    That’s all I want.
    I don’t reply. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say to the girl who apparently still hates me for something that happened eight years ago. It’s completely ridiculous. As if either of us are the same people we were in high school. I get up and head down the hall. I need something to drink. I grab a bottle of beer from the fridge and an apple from the fruit bowl before making my way back to my home office. A part of me hopes that in the brief time I’ve been in the kitchen she’ll have changed her mind, but if the lack of a new message is anything to go by she hasn’t.
     
    Come Monday morning I’m literally dragging an unwilling Maya into my office. “Wait here,” I tell her irritably.
    “Fine,” she retorts, arms folded. She sits herself down in one of the comfortable arm chairs and gives me a death glare.
    I walk out of my office and knock on Clara’s door. Every day last week, Clara arrived earlier than me. Trust today to be the exception. I turn to the cubicles in the middle of the central office space. Katie, Clara’s assistant is sat with two coffees in front of her. Evidence that Clara is late. “Can you get Miss Delos to come see me as soon as she comes in. It’s important.”
    “Yes sir.”
    I turn back to my office and sigh. Why the hell did I agree to my brother’s stupid idea? “Right Maya,” I begin a riot act that Jacob would be proud of, “you are going to take this job seriously. Do you understand?”
    “Of course I understand. I’m not deaf, so I can hear you. I’m not foreign, so I can understand you and I’m not illiterate so you can just give me the bloody contracts and shit and I’ll go through them.”
    “You can be such a brat sometimes.”
    “I’m not a brat... I’m just fed up of being treated like a child. Just because I’m not like you or Jake...”
    “We just worry about you,” my voice is gentler now. Perhaps we are too hard on her sometimes. I know it’s because she’s so much like mum...
    “I’m not mum you know...” her words are a whisper. “I’m not going to change my mind on a whim... I’m not going to run off with a guy I’ve just met... I’m not going to forget to take my meds... I’m not her. P.S. I don’t have any meds to forget to take... more proof I’m not her.”
    “I know,” I nod, “you just seem so similar sometimes and we worry.”
    “I’m my own person Rew. I need to make my own