Chapter 16
Sasha followed Brian down the hall to a closed door. He opened it and motioned her in ahead of him as he flipped on the lights. She took a seat at one end of the leather couch that sat across from Brian's desk. Brian crossed to the other side of the room. He opened a door of the glass cabinet on the wall and removed a decanter containing a amber liquid. He poured some into a brandy snifter. He turned to Sasha. "Do you want some?" He asked.
Sasha shook her head. "No thanks. I'm fine."
Brian swirled the liquid around the glass and then took a drink. He took a seat at the opposite end of the couch from Sasha. He set the glass on the table beside him and leaned back against the couch cushions letting out a deep sigh. He ran his hands over his face. He turned his head in Sasha's direction. "This whole situation is really ugly Sasha. Are you sure you want to hear about it?"
"You can't keep everything locked up inside you Brian." She said as she slipped off her shoes. She turned to face Brian. Bringing her feet up onto the couch, she bent her knees to her chest and leaned forward, her chin coming to rest on her hands, elbows on her knees. "You need to talk to someone and I am here, I am your friend and I will do whatever you need me to do to help you through this."
"Have I told you lately how smart it was of me to hire you?"
Sasha blushed. "Thanks Bri."
"Leighanne and I decided to separate just after Christmas."
Sasha's eyes grew wide. "Christmas? But I spent New Year's with you. Everything seemed fine."
"I know. We didn't want anyone to know so we pretended nothing was wrong." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Truth is, we had been pretending for a long time before that." He turned his body toward Sasha and brought his legs onto the couch, folding them Indian style in front of him. "This is so personal Sawsh." He shook his head. "It is really hard to talk about."
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I am just here to listen."
Brian started to speak and then closed his mouth. 'Where do I even begin?' He wondered.
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