Chapters (93)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Charlotte Philby
- About the Publisher
‘Come on. Presenteeism is horribly passé, Gabs. Besides, none of these guys will give you any credit for being the last person here – I don’t think your daughter will thank you for it either …’
‘All right,’ she snapped. It was easy for Madeleine to say, having made a niche for herself working government-to-government under the Multilateral Policy Directorate, between London and Krakow, while Gabriela was at home grappling with the benefits of reusable vs disposable nappies.
Madeleine might have been able to bypass Emsworth and his whims and grab the role that she was due with both arms, but Gabriela was stuck, and the only way to prove she was equally serious about her job, now that she had the baby, was to push herself into the sightline of superiors from other departments.
‘I’m just saying, there are more important things in life. Go home to your family,’ Madeleine said, leaning down to kiss her friend on the cheek as she made to leave, her skin electrifying as their cheeks touched.
Chapter 14
Gabriela
‘So what’s new?’ Gabriela asked Madeleine a few weeks later as she lit her cigarette at the bottom of the stairs that led from KCS to the park.
Madeleine shrugged. ‘You know, this and that.’
There was something about her tone, the way she exhaled without looking at her that made Gabriela study her face more intently. ‘What does that mean?’
Madeleine was a terrible liar. ‘We’ve been told we have to be careful about how much we share with other departments.’
Gabriela paused. ‘OK. But it’s just me.’
‘I know,’ Madeleine said, facing her briefly and then looking away again.
‘What aren’t you supposed to talk about?’
‘Gabs, please don’t ask me to talk about stuff that I’ve just told you I can’t talk about.’
Gabriela’s mind spun back to the conversation with Emsworth, his mention of information finding its way into ‘the wrong hands’.
She paused, compelled to press Madeleine further, but one look at her face told her not to bother. Yet how could she feel hurt by her friend’s refusal to confide? It wasn’t like Madeleine was the only one who had chosen to keep secrets.
It was a few days later and everyone else seemed to have cleared off when Gabriela went to the printer to collect some documents she needed before finishing up for the day. As she approached, she heard the whirring of the machine and suddenly felt Emsworth push ahead of her.
‘I think that’s mine,’ he said firmly, and instinctively she took a step back.
‘Sorry.’
‘No problem.’ He smiled tightly before heading back to his office and filing the papers into his bag.
She waited where she was, collecting her own documents and then lingering until she saw him head out towards the loo.