Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I grab my keys and bag. “That will be traumatising for me to watch, but whatever.”

“This time tomorrow, he’s going to be jerking off to the thought of me,” she brags as she reapplies her lipstick.

I burst out laughing. “Beth.”

“No, it’s, Oh, fuck yeah, Beth,” she says, feigning a man’s voice as she pretends to wank herself off.

“Where did I pick you up?” I cringe.

She bats her eyelashes playfully and links her arm with mine. “From the Fun Friend Lottery. Now, let’s go.”

* * *

“So, you won’t let anyone see you, will you?” I ask Wyatt for the tenth time. It’s Monday morning and I am freaking out about my new job. The two of us are walking down the bustling street towards my new office building.

He raises his brows with exasperation. “I told you ten times… no, but I don’t understand why anyone can’t see us. They all know you have guards.”

“It’s just weird you know, I don’t want to seem odd to my new colleagues.”

He rolls his eyes.

“And there are guards in the foyer of the building, so you don’t need to hang around, Wyatt.”

“Well, we sure aren’t leaving you here.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I scoff. “Go and do your thing for the day and I’ll text you half an hour before my lunch break. Then you can come back and take me to lunch.”

We arrive outside the tall building. We peer through the glass to see a metal detector and three armed guards.

“See.” I smile. “This place is like Fort Knox.”

One of the floors upstairs is the home of the American Embassy. I couldn’t have planned it any better myself.

Wyatt looks around and exhales heavily. “Fine. Call me half an hour before your lunch break and I’ll meet you back here.”

I bounce on the spot as I grab his big arm and squeeze it tight.

“Thank you.”

I take off through the large glass doors and hop into the lift, my nerves really beginning to rise.

The elevator is full, and people are all staring straight ahead. I clutch my handbag tightly, flinching when my phone beeps with a message. I scramble to read it.

It’s from Beth.

Good luck today, Lottie Preston xxx

I bite back my smile and reply.

I’m so nervous, I’m about to throw up.

See you tonight.

xoxo

The doors open on the twenty-fifth floor, and I tentatively walk out and look around. There are people and desks everywhere. This place is a hive of activity. Where do I go?

I see a girl sitting at a desk, and I walk over. “H-hello. I’m starting today, would you know where I should go?”