Page 104 of Alice Carver Manifests Her Perfect Life
I was going to have a longer break but I need somewhere to let off steam because I’m starting to find work a real nightmare. It’s not even that I’m so worried about losing my job anymore; it’s more that I’m at risk of losing it full stop. It started on Monday when I was in the lift with my earbuds in and I overheard Natasha (Head of Sales) say to Anika (PR) really quietly, ‘Did you see him yet?’
And Anika said, ‘Yes.’
And Natasha said, ‘And?’
And Anika said, ‘It’s unbelievable. Genuinely. I mean… yeah.’
I didn’t think that much more of it until mid-morning when Yaz leant over her desk and whispered, ‘Have you heard the rumours?’
So I said, ‘Which rumours?’ hoping they were nothing to do with whom Guy was shagging, because only last week Drunk Stephen had warned me that Gentle Jadan who knows Paul in HR said they were pretty certain he was using the Carsons serviced apartment as a fuck-pad and it was likely someone from work. (Er yes, and yes. And thank you.)
But Yaz said, ‘The rumours about the nineteenth floor?’
And I said, ‘No?’ feeling relieved because it’s adult fiction on eighteen and nineteen.
And she said, ‘Apparently they’ve got an unbelievably hot one.’
‘Hot one what?’
She nodded over towards the meeting room. ‘Consultant.’ She lent forwards. ‘He’s so hot that people keep offering themselves up for extra interviews.’
Then Drunk Stephen walked towards us looking dazed. ‘Oh my god,’ he said.
‘Are you okay?’ I asked.
‘I’ve just seen him,’ said Drunk Stephen. ‘And it’s all true.’
‘Seen who?’
‘Nineteenth floor?’ checked Yaz.
Drunk Stephen nodded. ‘He’s so good-looking I didn’t even check his shoes.’
‘What?’ I said. I mean, that’s unheard of.
‘I have no idea what was on his feet. I think I’ve actually broken out into a sweat.’ Drunk Stephen looked at me in panic.
Drunk Stephen hasn’t sweated since 2006. Everyone knows. Yaz inhaled.
‘Oh come on,’ I said at last. ‘He can’t be that fit.’
‘The man on nineteen?’ asked Nervous Jane, stopping at my desk. ‘So, so fit. I could see the muscles move under his T-shirt. It was hypnotising. And the messy sex hair.’
‘It’s the smile,’ Drunk Stephen added. ‘Beautiful and sweet, and yet sort of so cocky you just know he’s an incredible fuck. And that he knows you know he knows it.’
Was there any point even asking?
‘So, who exactly is this man on nineteen?’
‘I don’t know what he does for the LL Group,’ said Drunk Stephen. ‘I just saw his name on the door. Matthew Lloyd.’
My intention is:
To stay away from the nineteenth floor.
Date: Wednesday 22 MarchTime: 9.45pm
My thoughts and reflections:
