His phone rings and she waits for him as he talks, until he holds up a hand to her, indicating that this call might actually go on a bit. She excuses herself, leaving her champagne glass behind.

Becky walks out into the office again where Siobhan is filling a cardboard grocery box full of her personal stuff.

‘Aren’t you working out a notice period?’

‘No. I said I didn’t want to. He said that was fine.’

‘Have you got another job?’

‘I don’t know what I want to do next.’

‘I just don’t understand why you’re leaving if you’re not going anywhere.’

‘Well, I am.’

‘Come on. We’ve known each other for years. Why have you resigned? Tell me. Is it just because you’re jealous?’

‘Yes, that’s it. I just wish it was me toasting my nearly green-lit, massively hypocritical film.’

‘Wow,’ says Becky. ‘That’s kind of rude.’

But Siobhan won’t meet her eye. ‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to make a fuss. I’d like to get a reference out of this and I know how things work.’

‘What’s wrong with you?’

Siobhan plucks files out of her drawers and hurls them in fanned piles onto empty production desks. ‘I can’t work at this company any more.’

‘Is this about Matthew?’

‘No. It’s about you. I did your expenses. While you were off in Kent being “treated” by the boss.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Going through your Uber business account was interesting. You know there’s a map of every bloody journey you ever take? It shows the time and date and a line showing which route you took. You, Becky, got an Uber from your flat to a wine shop very near Matthew’s house on a Sunday afternoon recently. Ringing any bells yet?’

Becky stands very still. Tries not to give Siobhan anything.

‘Which Sunday, you ask,’ Siobhan continues. ‘Yes, the same Sunday that Amber Heath says our beloved leader pinned her down on his kitchen floor and raped her. What’s next for Becky’s Uber account that evening? Less than ten minutes later you’re in a different one, taking off about a hundred yards from Matthew’s house, heading home. Almost like you’d popped in, and then made a very hasty exit. Almost like you walked in on something and ran away pretty sharpish.’

Becky wills her muscles to be corpse-still, her eyes pond-still, but she feels the tremors – feels the concentric ripples on her surfaces.

‘I went over to deliver a bottle of wine, to thank him for his support,’ says Becky. ‘I went to the front door but the lights were all out. So I took it away with me. I took it back home. I didn’t go inside at all.’

‘Somebody did.’

‘Allegedly. Wasn’t me.’

‘If you say so.’