Chapter One – New Pastures?
(Part Sixteen)
The meeting was very long and I tried not to think about how I wanted to devour all the biscuits that were neatly displayed next to the tea and coffee on a silver plate.
After this (which took up most of the morning) it was the usual menial tasks; testing passwords to the systems I will need in the future, calling advertising to follow up receipts that we had not received in the department, understanding why shares were not bought immediately or in batch on the same day, organising Angus’s meetings with managers and potential clients, along with daydreaming about how our children would look and where we would live once he got a divorce.
Just as I got into the Sage system, which seemed to fill Daniel with delight, I started to get ready to go home, ‘Nita, could I see you for a second please?’ it was Angus and he was looming over my desk in a determined manner, ‘yes Mr. Maguire. I will be right in,’ I responded to make sure Daniel knew that his witty jokes about every computer system he knew we’re no longer needed.
He was leaning back, relaxing on the leather sofa looking at me and I wondered if he regretted telling me about his marriage. ‘Come sit Nita,’ he purred and I didn’t decline the offer. I sat next to him and the leather made a squelch sound beneath my bottom, I flushed scarlet and could feel the sweaty palms making a reappearance, ‘it was the…’ before I could finish my plea, he waved his hand in the air, ‘I hate these things but I guess it’s just for the image,’ he chuckled. ‘So he wasn’t a flash London man who was all about appearance’ I pondered as he was beginning to make me more interested in him and his life, ‘I hope I’m not holding you up? I just wanted to see your face before you left for the evening’
It felt like my salvia had given up on me and decided to join the sweat which was now not only in the palms of my hands but contemplating making an appearance on my forehead. ‘What was this man doing to me’ I thought as I quickly pretended to wipe my hair from my face, ‘errrm, why did you want to see my face before I left?’ I asked nervously.
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