‘Lucy denies it, but I know it was you. You’ve always hated me.’
Behind him, Lucy and Gav had appeared, looking rather shocked.
‘It’s true, boss,’ said a red-faced Gavin.
‘What’s true?’ Nobody was saying anything remotely useful. ‘Can someonepleaseexplain what the hell is going on?’ A few suits had turned to see what the fuss was, but I didn’t care.
‘Shut it, Gav,’ hissed Lucy.
Again, not helpful. ‘What’s true, Gav?’
‘Lucy’s in love with Jonny.’
This explained precisely nothing.
‘What?’ said Jonny.
‘Don’t be daft, Gav,’ mumbled Lucy. ‘It was just a snog.’
‘You snogged Jonny?’ I directed the question at Lucy, but then cut my eyes to Nick. He hadn’t reacted very much so far, and his face stayed blank now. Why had none of this surprised him?
‘Can we get back to the point, for fuck’s sake,’ said Jonny. ‘Which is that Zoë Bentos is trying to ruin my life.’
One day, the little shit would get my name right. ‘And how exactly am I doing that?’ I retorted.
‘You leaked the fact that I’m leaving the band.’
‘What? That’s preposterous – I had no idea.’
‘You overheard me on the London Eye.’
‘You’re delusional. Where exactly am I supposed to have leaked it?’
‘It’s all over the internet – BuzzFeed even has a quiz about it.’
‘And why would I do that?’
‘You’ve always had it in for me.’
Nick took a step forward. ‘Jonny, enough.’
Jonny turned to Nick and laughed. ‘And where were you when all this was going down?’
A vein in Nick’s jaw was pulsing. ‘Zoë didn’t leak anything.’
Jonny seemed oblivious to Nick’s anger. ‘Oh really? You’re sure? Or were you too busy boning the bitch to notice?’
There was a collective gasp from my team.
Whether it was because of Jonny’s choice of epithet or his insinuation that I was sleeping with Nick, I was unclear.
Nick shook his head then turned to me. He was smiling, but his eyes were black. ‘Remember that session with Carl?’
What was he talking about? The only Carl I could think of was our Boxercise instructor.
Oh.
Oh.
