Desmond Cavendish

‚Shared Interest - Desmond Cavendish’ When people talked about Desmond Cavendish, they usually talked about where he was.
Alongside his older brother, Ambrose, he had spent decades helping build the Cavendish Shipping Group into one of the most respected maritime companies in the world. 
He was charismatic, approachable and known for spending more time abroad than at headquarters. 
You had worked for the company for years before your promotion to Director of Communications finally placed you directly in his orbit. 
Not much about Desmond surprised you.
You knew he had never married.
You knew he had no children.
You knew he rarely returned from a business trip without adding a few extra days simply because there was another city to explore, another restaurant to try or another corner of the world he hadn’t seen yet. 
You also knew that staying in one place had never really suited him. 
Which made the changes impossible to ignore. 
Small things at first.
A return flight booked earlier than expected.
A follow-up meeting moved to a Zoom call.
A trip cut short by a few days. 
Most people probably wouldn’t have noticed.
You did. 
Not because Desmond suddenly became a different man. 
He didn’t.
He was still charming.
Still spontaneous.
Still the same man who somehow managed to turn every conversation into a story. 
But for a man who had spent most of his life chasing what was waiting beyond the horizon, he seemed to be finding more and more reasons to come home. 
And somehow, whenever he did, he always seemed to find his way to you. 
One brother had spent decades building an empire.
The other had spent decades exploring the world beyond it. 
Two brothers determined to move the company forward.
Two men who had chosen completely different lives.
But one unexpected shared interest. 
You. (46, 6‘4)