Good Company - Queen Fanfiction

Chapter 7

March 12th, 1979

My usual morning enthusiasm, as a morning person, is distinctly lacking because it is the dreaded Monday morning. For me, Monday really is the worst day of the week. Not because the weekend has just been, not because I had a late night, but because the whole office's articles are due by ten o'clock. If our stuff isn't handed in, it isn't printed. That generally results in a warning or getting fired. From nine till ten, the whole place is manic. No one is calm, even if you have finished everything you need to do, you are still on edge. Everything is much worse at the moment because the funding we get from the District Council is being reduced therefore people are probably going to end up being let go.

I get dressed into a white blouse, black pencil skirt, coat and black pumps. I hate wearing those kind of clothes, but at least they are a little comfortable. Some of the women at work look good, but seem so uncomfortable by their stiff skirts and tight shoes.

I clean up from my dinner last night and make some breakfast. I walk out of my little apartment and head out to my car, checking the mailbox on the way. It's empty except for an envelope.

"Hmm, what's this?" I mutter to myself, getting into my car. It's addressed to me in a cursive scrawl I don't recognise. I put it down on my passenger seat and start to drive out of my parking space. I came to a blocked up intersection, and pick the envelope up again. I open it up with the spare key I keep in my glove box, and take out a piece of plain paper with the same handwriting as the envelope. It read,

Dear Alex,

Hello darling, sorry for the silence over the last few days. When the boys and I got back we decided we'd spend a bit of time separate as we usually do after tours. It gets a bit frustrating being with the same people for months on end. This afternoon at about one o'clock we are having lunch together at a little place on Kensington High Street. It's called The Lighthouse and we were wondering if you and Carrie would like to join us. If you have time to let us know give me a call at 020 654321.
Love Freddie
P.S. Don't tell anyone other than Carrie what's happening. Don't want the press chasing us around all day.

"Oh my God," I whisper to myself, "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" I cannot believe I have just been invited to lunch with Queen. Again! They haven't forgotten about us after all. I'd better call Carrie and see if she can come once I get to work.

The traffic from then on was pretty clear and I got to work in only ten minutes. Unfortunately I'm twenty minutes early, but at least I have time to make those calls. I pick up the phone and dial Carrie and Heather's phone number. It rings a few times and, luckily, Carrie picks up.

"Hello, Carrie speaking."

"Hi Car, it's Alex. I have some very important news," I say, the excitement in my voice obvious.

"Oh my gosh. You're pregnant, aren't you?"

"God no! Queen didn't forget about us! We've been invited to lunch at high street with them this afternoon."

"You've got to be kidding me. What time?"

"One o'clock."

"Oh shit, I can't do that. I'm so sorry. My lunch break is for twelve to quarter to one and I've only just changed it. You still go if you want to," she says with disappointment.

"That really sucks. I'd better call Freddie to let him know. I'll give you a call on how it goes, see ya girl."

"Definitely call me. Bye."

I sat back down at my desk and took a deep breath, realising I had jumped up when I told Carrie the news. For a twenty five year old I could be embarrassingly childish at times. I decided to go to my boss's office to see if I can reschedule my break times a little bit for today. He looks like a bit of a stiff person, but really he's a sweet old guy. I walk across the floor and knocked on his door.