Right Number, Wrong Girl

“I didn’t lie to her. I wasn’t able to get a word in as she was so determined to leave, and you were the one who didn’t pick up the email regarding me coming instead of Camilla.”

She pushed away from the desk and stood. “What are you accusing me of?” she asked me coldly.

Her eyes were like ice.

This was not a nice woman.

I’d know.

She reminded me a lot of my old boss.

“Absolutely nothing,” I replied, holding her gaze. “I just think it’s weird that of all the email communication you had with Camilla, that was the one email that went to your spam filter. I’d assume a consummate professional such as yourself would have ensured her email address was on an approved list.”

Nancy’s nostrils flared. “I don’t know how that happened. Email servers aren’t known for their reliability.”

True, but it wasn’t as though it was the first email they’d shared. As far as I was aware, even the most unreliable one didn’t pull that crap.

She was lying through her teeth, and I wanted to know why.

It wasn’t a question for today, though. I didn’t believe in much, but I did believe in karma.

It would come out eventually.

“Either way, it’s an issue we need to figure out.” I folded my arms across my chest. “And fast.”

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” Nancy mirrored my stance. “You’re going to continue to be Camilla, and you’re going to tell her that you have it handled, and she should stay wherever she is for a little longer.”

“This is her business. I’m not going to tell her how to run it.”

“You are in this instance. She got you into this situation, and you’re going to have to deal with the consequences of that.”

“You want me to lie to your boss just so you don’t have to deal with the fallout?”

“Two days ago, you were happy to go back to London and let your friend deal with it,” she pointed out.

She wasn’t wrong.

That was annoying.

“On your guidance,” I shot back, hitting her with a glare of my own.

“Then follow it now.”

“I think your guidance needs work in this situation.”

“I don’t care what you think, Sophie. In two weeks, you’ll be gone, and none of us will ever see you again. I can’t imagine you’ll make a success of this party to the point anyone in this family will hire Camilla’s company again, so you’re going to have to deal with it.”

I hated her.

It wasn’t a word I used lightly.

But now?

Nancy?

I hated her.

I was very inclined to believe that Nora’s gossip was bang on the money.