‘Can you make him a coffee, Chrissy? Tell him I will be with him shortly.’

Chrissy closed the door and walked back to deliver the message while Susan left her client to dry off and went into her office where Sadie was looking through a magazine. They both looked through the small window at Donny talking to the girls; he was like a kid in a sweet shop.

Sadie shook her head.

‘He’s a cheeky fucker, look at him acting like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Fucking ruin him, Susan. It’s about time us ladies showed these men that they can’t walk all over us. I’m sick of them taking the piss, destroy him, take him for every penny.’

Susan nodded. ‘Don’t you worry, love, he’s going to think he’s been hit by a two-ton bus when I’ve finished with him. I’ve already got plans for his Rolex – it’s his pride and joy. The moment he puts it down, it’s going missing. Trust me Sadie, this is just the start of it. If he thinks he can have me over again, then he’s got another think coming. I swear to you, I don’t know how I’ve held myself back. I know something’s up, I just need proof. Then – boom.’

‘You show him Susan, I’ve never liked the cocky fucker anyway. He’s never really had the time of the day for me. It serves him right and I can’t wait to see the arsehole fall off his pedestal.’

Susan checked her hair in the mirror. ‘Come on then, I’ll walk you to the door. Remember, act normal, don’t give anything away.’

‘My lips are sealed.’