Page 75 of One Night Only
“I think if he asked Harvey out, it would be interesting. Do I think one of the three good-looking guys in the office asking out one of four good-looking girls is? No.”
“You think I’m good-looking?”
“I think you have that striking thing going for you,” he says. “But your eyes are too far apart. And you need to start—”
I push myself away from his desk, knocking his pencil holder over as I go and open a new email to Annie.
Hope you’re feeling suitably rested and settling into the boredom of married life, I type.You’ll never guess who I bumped into last night. Can you do me a favor and ask Paul what Declan actually does? No hints this time. No secrecy. Because I was led to believe he ran a tourism business and now he tells me runs and owns a freakingbar.
I hesitate, rereading the email. I sound obsessive. I delete the draft and turn to Will who looks up warily.
“What now?”
“You ever get the feeling someone is following you around?”
“Like Death?”
“No,” I say. “Like an actual person.”
“Oh.” Will frowns. “Like a stalker?”
“No. Someone in your life who you see once and now you see everywhere. Like it’s too much to be a coincidence.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Is this person hot?”
“Would you guyspleasestop?” Ralph snaps from the other cubicle next to us. “It’s every damn day with you two.”
“You’re one to talk,” Will says. “We don’t need to hear your conversations with your wife every five minutes. Is it meatloaf again today? Or are you going to go wild and have pasta?”
He looks back at me, offended as Ralph goes quiet.Asshole, he mouths, shaking his head.
I sigh, dropping it. Just like I should have dropped Declan as soon as I left Ireland. If it wasn’t for him, things might have gone well with Matthias and I wouldn’t be sitting here with a queasy feeling in my stomach at the thought of seeing him.
I’m in such a bad mood for the rest of the morning that when I get an email from Harvey asking me to come to his office, I’m sure he’s firing me. I never used to be such a pessimist.
I walk slowly to my doom, thinking about what I’m going to do, about telling Will, about the pitying looks from the rest of the office. I’ll get severance, won’t I? And maybe a reference. It will cover a bit of my rent at least.
I knock on his door before I can run away.
“Sarah,” Harvey says without looking up from his email. “Come in. You can leave it open,” he adds when I go to close the door.
Oh, thank God.
I allow myself a moment of relief as I sit.
“I’ll keep this quick,” he says, checking his watch. “I’ve got a meeting in five. We’ve had someone ask for you.”
“Me?”
He smiles at my surprise. “A Ms. Mika Morris. She’s leasing out the floor below the TradCo team. They recommended you.”
I glance over the folder he hands me, barely able to take in the words.
“What do you think? Do you have time to—”
“Yes,” I say a little too quickly. “Yes, I have time. Thank you, Harvey.”
“Hey, this is all you. I just do what I’m told.”
