‘Bye. ’ I call, landing at my desk. ‘You okay, Victoria?’ I ask. She’s daydreaming. ‘Hello?’ I call.
‘Huh? Oh, sorry. I was miles away. What did you say?’
‘Are you okay?’ I prompt.
She smiles brightly, flicking her long blonde locks over her shoulder. ‘I couldn’t be better. ’
Of course. I wonder if her good mood has something to do with a certain standoffish, smart suited man called Drew. I haven’t seen her since Saturday night, but from what I recall – before drunkenness rendered me stupid – she and Drew were looking rather friendly. Is everyone getting it on at the moment?
‘And why is that?’ I ask on a raised brow.
She giggles like a little girl. ‘I have a date with Drew on Friday night. ’
I knew it, although I still can’t wrap my brain around ditsy Victoria and serious Drew. ‘Anywhere nice?’ I ask.
She shrugs. ‘He didn’t say. He just asked if he could take me out. ’ Her mobile rings and she excuses herself by waving it at me.
I turn my attention to my computer, silencing my phone when it starts blurting Black and Gold. It’s becoming automatic to just reach over and press the button on the side without even looking. After it’s shouted at me three times on the bounce, I turn the sound off altogether. The man is a persistent pain in the arse.
‘I’m off,’ Victoria calls, getting up from her desk. ‘I’ll be back about four. ’
‘I won’t see you. I’ve a doctor’s appointment at four. ’
‘Oh?’ She glances over on her way out.
‘I lost my pills. ’ I offer. She pulls a face that tells me she’s been there and done that. It makes me feel slightly better for being so careless.
I start filtering through my emails and take some copies of drawings to send to my contractors.
When it hits three o’clock, I go to make the coffee. Sally always does it, but I’m relieved to ease my eyes from my bright computer screen.
‘Ava?’ I hear Sally call me. I poke my head around the kitchen door, seeing her waving the office phone. ‘A man on the phone for you, he won’t say who he is. ’
My heart jumps into my throat. I know damn well who it is. ‘Is he on hold?’
‘Yes, shall I put him through?’
‘No!’ I yell, and poor nervous Sally flinches. ‘I’m sorry. Tell him I’m out of the office. ’
‘Oh, okay. ’ She looks all wide eyed and confused as she pushes a button on the phone that will connect her back to Jesse. ‘I’m sorry, Sir. Ava is out of the offi…’ She jumps a metre into the air, dropping the phone onto her desk with a loud clatter. She scrambles to pick it up again. ‘I…I…I’m…I’m…sor…sorry, Sir…’ She’s stuttering and stammering all over the place, a good indication that Jesse is yelling down the phone at her. I feel riddled with guilt for putting her through this. ‘Sir, please…I…I assure you…she’s…she’s not here. ’
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I watch as she freaks out at her desk, looking at me wide eyed and stunned as she’s verbally assaulted by Mr Neurotic. I smile apologetically. I’ll buy her some flowers.
She drops the phone back into the cradle, looking at me in shock. ‘Who was that?’ she asks. She’s going to cry.
‘Sally, I’m so sorry. ’ I quickly grab the coffees from the kitchen – the only peace offering I can lay my hands on at the moment – and drop Patrick’s on his desk, exiting sharply before he can strike up a conversation. I take Sally’s coffee to her desk and place it on her coaster. ‘I’m so sorry. ’ I hope I sound as guilty as I feel.
Sally blows out a long exasperated breath. ‘Someone needs a cuddle!’ She starts giggling.
I’m completely stunned on the spot. I was expecting tears and a nervous breakdown. Instead, dull as dish water Sally has just cracked a joke. I look at the mousey, plain Jane chuckling, and I start laughing too – a proper bend over, tears in my eyes, stomach cramping belly laugh. It feels so good. Sally joins me in my hysteria as we both fall apart all over the office.
‘What’s going on?’ Patrick’s voice calls from his desk.
I wave my hand in the air to him and he rolls his eyes, returning to his computer on an exasperated head shake. I couldn’t tell him, even if I was in a fit state to talk. I leave Sally crying and head for the toilet to sort myself out. Oh, that feels so good. I’ve seen Sally in a whole new light. I like sarcastic Sally.
When I’ve gathered myself together and dabbed my running mascara, I let Patrick know that I’m off for a doctor’s appointment. ‘I’m sorry, Sally, I can’t look at you!’ I splutter as I pass her desk and leave the office, hearing her laughing again. I compose myself and make my way to the tube.