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Hmm. What would piss him off the most? I get the feeling the man doesn’t like people messing with his food, like a lion. Or maybe I’m naive to think he wouldn’t have been such an asshole if I arrived after lunch today. “Eleven thirty.” I try to remember the name of the shop the girls took me to when I was at uni. “At Nellie’s. It’s down on Finch Street.” Far enough away with cobbles so uneven he’ll have to walk the lane. Perfect.
“He wants to move the Jefferys meeting?”
The way he says it, his brows jumping to his hairline and his voice raising a little too loud for my liking, makes it sound super important.
“He sure does.”
“Right.” He blinks twice and starts to type. “Nellies. I’m not familiar with the name.” He looks up at me once he’s done typing. “Is that an office space? It would be more convenient for Mr Sullivan to meet here with his schedule being so full.”
“You can ask him if you want? I’m just relaying the boss’s orders.” I smile and shrug, innocently checking my watch.
The poor guy is trying to figure out who I’m referring to, and it makes me feel like a horrible witch. It’s not my fault his boss is an intolerable fool, though.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll go ahead and schedule it now.”
“You’re a star! Thank you…”
He looks up at me. “Harry.”
“Harry.” I lean in a little closer. “Could you put that in under Lowell, please, Harry?”
“Just Lowell?”
“Yes, please.”
More clicking. “Okay, all booked.”
“Wonderful!” I step back from the desk. “Enjoy your day.”
“It was good to meet you, Miss Lowell.”
“Please, call me Scar.” I wink and carry on toward the elevators.
Or Satan—on my way to do the devil’s work.
THREE
Lance
Vanessa: Rents due. Call me.
Thank fuck it’s Friday.
I’m sliding my phone into the drawer of my desk when my assistant, Harry, walks in.
“Morning.” He doesn’t pause on the threshold or waste any time getting through his morning briefing, which I appreciate. “Copperfield emailed late last night. Did you see? Something was wrong with the payment. Tactical, I’d say, considering it’s now the weekend and we won’t get to it until Monday. I have a car ready for your eleven thirty, and your mother has already called this morning, asked if I’d pass on a message.” He places the sticky note on my desk along with a coffee. “You’re in office all afternoon, would you like that to be known?”
Call ASAP. Molly’s broken down.
“Never, Harry. And thank you.”
“Sure thing.”
He backs out of my office, leaving me in peace. Or as much peace as I can get when my mother is on the warpath. I lift the note again and roll my eyes.
When Harry first started working here, he called an ambulance on my mother’s behalf when she told him my sister Nessa Anne had fallen down the stairs. She had, in fact, fallen down the stairs, but not in the dramatised way my mother described. And when the ambulance arrived at the house, Nessa Anne was sitting on the sofa with a joint.
“I’m done with you all wasting my time! I have a job. Staff you’re fucking with because you’re all too selfish to do a single thing for yourselves.”
