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.Anyway, after that he pulled everyone in individually, some people left, some stayed.Rumours flew around that he was helping some people out financially, but no names were ever mentioned.”“Why did the guy kill himself? Did they find out?” I whisper.“Apparently he was a secret gambler.Had a wife and kids, but was buried up to his ass in debt.” She really seems to be enjoying herself, who thinks that giving news out like that is fun.Ok the guy had an addiction, but that’s no reason to think it’s cool to gossip about his death.The guy died for goodness sake, left a wife and kids.“Do you think Tr – Mr Freeman would have paid off the debt?” I think about what Tristan told me about his other P.A, what was her name?“Probably, want another?” She asks, pointing to my cup.“No, no thanks,” I say, trying not to frown.Susannah walks away which gives me a moment to take in what she’s said.Now it all makes sense, Tristan did feel guilty for what happened, that’s why he helps others out so much, he doesn’t want the same thing happening again, which of course is understandable.But I don’t understand why he thinks it’s his responsibility to be like that, he runs a business not a charity.Ok maybe I'm just too cold hearted about people, and Tristan is the opposite, maybe it comes from his folks, caring about others, helping them out.I feel sick to my stomach.Why didn’t he tell me? I hate that Susannah knows and I don’t - Boy we’ve got some talking to do!I feel a little dazed as we head back to my desk, but I'm soon pre-occupied with these stupid ass new programmes – Grrr I hate this, I hate change! There’s no way I'm going to remember all of this, not with Tristan buzzing round my head and little miss prissy sitting next to me.I decide to ditch my plans for lunching with her, I really feel like I need a break from her.There’s something I can’t quite put my finger on, something strange and unnerving about her, she’s too friendly and I don’t like the way I can feel her watching me.I shrug it off deciding it’s probably my own petty jealously and the fact that she’s another new person I have to deal with, either way, I'm lunching on my own.When I look up at the clock for the fifth time since our break, it finally says 12.30pm.“Well, I’m off for lunch,” I say to Susannah.“Oh, ok.” She seems surprised.I shrug it off, and head for the ladies, thinking about last night and what Tristan said to me about dresses, he can be so sweet and romantic.Oh Tristan!.WE ARE SAT ON THE SOFA, in the cinema room, I’m trying to concentrate on what Tristan’s telling me, but I just keep going back to eating out and what the hell I’m going to wear? I decide in that moment to be brave, get my arse out there tomorrow on lunch and buy a god damn cocktail dress – Be confident Coral, you can do this! – I have to agree with myself, but before I attempt to do this, I have to ask the question.“So hopefully, once that plan is put into action, I should only have to go up to Leeds once a month.You can come with me if you like, meet Karen.” Tristan has thrown me from my question.“Um.sure, that would be nice,” I say picking at the blanket Tristan draped over us.“What? You’ve gone serious?” He says.“Tristan are you.do you like dresses? You know cocktail dresses, and heels and all that kind of stuff?” I exhale loudly, glad I got it all out in one go.“Why do you ask?” His face falls as he frowns back at me.“Just curious,” I say trying to act casual, I take a big glug of my wine hoping it will give me some Dutch Courage – I think I need it!Tristan is watching me, his eyes narrowing.“Coral as far as I'm concerned you would look sexy in a bin-bag.Wear what you want darling, what you feel comfortable in.” Damn it! How does he do that?“So you don’t like’ –“I'm not saying that,” he interrupts staring at his wine glass.“Then please answer the question,” I plead.Tristan sighs then looks across at me.“Yes, yes I do.”“And stocking and suspenders and all that lingerie kind of thing?” I squeak.Tristan’s eyes dilate.“How did we go from dresses to’ – “I just want to know,” I interrupt batting my lashes at him for optimal effect.Tristan shakes his head slightly as though he’s been stunned, picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.Leaning forward he moves in so we are almost nose to nose.“Baby you are the sexiest woman I have ever met… the most attractive woman I have ever seen in my life.I really meant it when I said you could make a bin-bag look good.So please, if you want to wear that kind of thing then do it for yourself, not for me.Ok?” Wow, he sure knows how to melt my heart with words.“Ok,” I squeak in reply, but it still hasn’t answered my question.So I'm going for a yes, I mean, what man doesn’t right? So tomorrow, I will also be lingerie shopping too…THE DOOR TO THE LADIES swings open pulling me from my musing.I look up and see it’s one of the other secretaries, she smiles awkwardly at me and goes into one of the stalls.I look down and see I still have soapy hand-wash dripping between my fingers.Good God Coral get a grip!Frantically washing and drying my hands, so I don’t have to make conversation, I quickly exit the ladies.Returning to my desk, I see Susannah is sitting in my seat and is already on the internet.“Well I'm off,” I say, picking up my handbag and my mobile from my desk drawer.Knocking on Joyce’s door, I walk in and check if she needs anything.“No darling you go on ahead.” Joyce tells me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Anyway, after that he pulled everyone in individually, some people left, some stayed.Rumours flew around that he was helping some people out financially, but no names were ever mentioned.”“Why did the guy kill himself? Did they find out?” I whisper.“Apparently he was a secret gambler.Had a wife and kids, but was buried up to his ass in debt.” She really seems to be enjoying herself, who thinks that giving news out like that is fun.Ok the guy had an addiction, but that’s no reason to think it’s cool to gossip about his death.The guy died for goodness sake, left a wife and kids.“Do you think Tr – Mr Freeman would have paid off the debt?” I think about what Tristan told me about his other P.A, what was her name?“Probably, want another?” She asks, pointing to my cup.“No, no thanks,” I say, trying not to frown.Susannah walks away which gives me a moment to take in what she’s said.Now it all makes sense, Tristan did feel guilty for what happened, that’s why he helps others out so much, he doesn’t want the same thing happening again, which of course is understandable.But I don’t understand why he thinks it’s his responsibility to be like that, he runs a business not a charity.Ok maybe I'm just too cold hearted about people, and Tristan is the opposite, maybe it comes from his folks, caring about others, helping them out.I feel sick to my stomach.Why didn’t he tell me? I hate that Susannah knows and I don’t - Boy we’ve got some talking to do!I feel a little dazed as we head back to my desk, but I'm soon pre-occupied with these stupid ass new programmes – Grrr I hate this, I hate change! There’s no way I'm going to remember all of this, not with Tristan buzzing round my head and little miss prissy sitting next to me.I decide to ditch my plans for lunching with her, I really feel like I need a break from her.There’s something I can’t quite put my finger on, something strange and unnerving about her, she’s too friendly and I don’t like the way I can feel her watching me.I shrug it off deciding it’s probably my own petty jealously and the fact that she’s another new person I have to deal with, either way, I'm lunching on my own.When I look up at the clock for the fifth time since our break, it finally says 12.30pm.“Well, I’m off for lunch,” I say to Susannah.“Oh, ok.” She seems surprised.I shrug it off, and head for the ladies, thinking about last night and what Tristan said to me about dresses, he can be so sweet and romantic.Oh Tristan!.WE ARE SAT ON THE SOFA, in the cinema room, I’m trying to concentrate on what Tristan’s telling me, but I just keep going back to eating out and what the hell I’m going to wear? I decide in that moment to be brave, get my arse out there tomorrow on lunch and buy a god damn cocktail dress – Be confident Coral, you can do this! – I have to agree with myself, but before I attempt to do this, I have to ask the question.“So hopefully, once that plan is put into action, I should only have to go up to Leeds once a month.You can come with me if you like, meet Karen.” Tristan has thrown me from my question.“Um.sure, that would be nice,” I say picking at the blanket Tristan draped over us.“What? You’ve gone serious?” He says.“Tristan are you.do you like dresses? You know cocktail dresses, and heels and all that kind of stuff?” I exhale loudly, glad I got it all out in one go.“Why do you ask?” His face falls as he frowns back at me.“Just curious,” I say trying to act casual, I take a big glug of my wine hoping it will give me some Dutch Courage – I think I need it!Tristan is watching me, his eyes narrowing.“Coral as far as I'm concerned you would look sexy in a bin-bag.Wear what you want darling, what you feel comfortable in.” Damn it! How does he do that?“So you don’t like’ –“I'm not saying that,” he interrupts staring at his wine glass.“Then please answer the question,” I plead.Tristan sighs then looks across at me.“Yes, yes I do.”“And stocking and suspenders and all that lingerie kind of thing?” I squeak.Tristan’s eyes dilate.“How did we go from dresses to’ – “I just want to know,” I interrupt batting my lashes at him for optimal effect.Tristan shakes his head slightly as though he’s been stunned, picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.Leaning forward he moves in so we are almost nose to nose.“Baby you are the sexiest woman I have ever met… the most attractive woman I have ever seen in my life.I really meant it when I said you could make a bin-bag look good.So please, if you want to wear that kind of thing then do it for yourself, not for me.Ok?” Wow, he sure knows how to melt my heart with words.“Ok,” I squeak in reply, but it still hasn’t answered my question.So I'm going for a yes, I mean, what man doesn’t right? So tomorrow, I will also be lingerie shopping too…THE DOOR TO THE LADIES swings open pulling me from my musing.I look up and see it’s one of the other secretaries, she smiles awkwardly at me and goes into one of the stalls.I look down and see I still have soapy hand-wash dripping between my fingers.Good God Coral get a grip!Frantically washing and drying my hands, so I don’t have to make conversation, I quickly exit the ladies.Returning to my desk, I see Susannah is sitting in my seat and is already on the internet.“Well I'm off,” I say, picking up my handbag and my mobile from my desk drawer.Knocking on Joyce’s door, I walk in and check if she needs anything.“No darling you go on ahead.” Joyce tells me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]