DOMINIC
The little accident that Jane had just now was all orchestrated. This was how we met for the first time and I wanted to recreate that scene to help her regain her memories. The doctor had advised recreating past incidents.
So here I was, sitting in my Ashton Martin, the same one I was in, that day when we met first. Her car was rammed into a pole and stood there, blocking the way of my convoy. My old driver, who was driving that day, went out to talk to her.
We were following the same series of events from that day. I watched as my driver knocked on her window and it took her a minute to get out of the car, looking visibly shaken and scared, just like that day.
"Miss. Please clear the road. You are blocking our path," my driver said.
I could hear their conversation through my earpiece. She glanced towards my convoy before looking at my driver, but she didn't seem to recognise my car.
Good. This gave me more time to play out that day exactly how it happened.
