Page 89 of Alice Carver Manifests Her Perfect Life
Just as I’d admitted defeat, concluded he had moved on and, therefore, stopped checking phone every ten minutes, I finally heard from Guy Carmichael.
We had an hour of messaging back and forth. He said sorry for being incommunicado and that his meeting with the consultants last week had not gone well. Apparently, he’d been saddled with some jobsworth who was clearly an oik and therefore had it in for Guy on principle. I sympathised and said he should try living with Astrid. He wanted me to sit tests and justify my job, Alice. For fuck’s sake. I made more for the company last quarter than that little shit could ever make. There was a gap, whilst I thought about how I could barely justify my job to myself, let alone an independent third party, and whether Guy Carmichael would still be fit if he were fired. Then he messaged again saying that his wife was away next weekend and maybe I could come over on Saturday night. Had to tell him about going home to the Cotswolds for babysitting.
Haven’t heard back and so now back to checking phone every ten seconds and wondering if I’ve blown it…
I ask the Universe:
To teach Astrid the consequences of her teaching me lessons.
To give me another chance with Guy Carmichael.
Date: Monday 13 FebruaryTime: 10.50pm
My thoughts and reflections:
Still haven’t heard from Guy Carmichael or seen him (he wasn’t in the office today). And it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. . . Suddenly TikTok is flooded with ‘How to Manifest your Perfect Partner’ and ‘Make This Valentine Make YOU’ and women talking about how they manifested true love by using the zodiacal energy of 14 February. I know that Valentine’s Day is over-commercialised, but it would have been nice, just for once, to not have a shit one.
In one word:
Worried
Guide Post™
Does the faithful dog worry about its next meal? Or does it trust its owner will take care of it, and feed it?
Write down a recent worry:
I worry…Guy has lost interest in me and I will have a rubbish Valentine’s Day
Replace that worry with trust:
I trust…Guy is still interested in me and I will have a nice Valentine’s Day
The hungry dog that trusts its owner shall be fed. The hungry manifester that trusts the Universe shall be fed.
Date: Tuesday 14 FebruaryTime: 11.50am
My thoughts and reflections:
Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve been fed! Ilovethe Universe!
Just had creative review with Harry Piles and when I walked in, there was the man who’d been on my mind all weekend, Guy Carmichael himself, looking all powerful and masculine in a mid-grey suit with navy pinstripes and a pale blue shirt. He didn’t even say good morning to me, just nodded briefly, all business-like, and barely looked at me, and whilst that totally turned me on in one way, my stomach also dropped slightly because he hadn’t been in contact as much as usual, so I couldn’t tell if he was being discreet or genuinely uninterested.
First of all, I had to sit through Harry Piles welcoming Guy to the meeting and being an arse-licky git. Then, I had to endure an agonising first half of the meeting surreptitiously watching Guy who didn’t glance my way once; he basically sat there looking disdainful and bored. Although he did do that thing where he straightens his shirt cuffs exposing his hairy wrists and watch a couple of times, and he knows what that does to me. We both do. So I was both aroused and anxious.
When we got to the Discover series, Guy looked confused. ‘Back up, Harry, you’re really reintroducing the Discover series?’
And Harry said, ‘Yes, I mentioned it to you last week, Guy. If you remember. Puppies and shit.’
Guy nodded slowly. ‘I do remember now. Everyone likes puppies.’
I squirmed in my seat remembering last Wednesday’s speedy supper when I’d tried to tell Guy about the Discovery series but Guy had turned the direction towards how much he liked my puppies.
Harry made Cara update everyone for Guy’s benefit, but when Cara got to the bit about the puppies at my sister’s farm and how, unfortunately, that photo shoot wasn’t able to happen and how she had serious concerns about ‘drawing on’ stock images, Guy interrupted.
‘Where’s the farm?’
‘Alice?’ said Cara.
