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Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Acknowledgements
  43. About the Author
  44. Also by Jo Platt

I looked down at my salmon, having suddenly lost all appetite for it. ‘So this is Alison’s idea?’ I asked, my buried resentment towards her in imminent danger of exploding to the surface.

‘Don’t stress about it. He’s not going to be there for long and if he didn’t come out with us, Roger and Luke might—’

‘I don’t care what Roger and Luke might,’ I interrupted. ‘And I’m not sure why you do either.’

‘Look, they’re not the only ones on Alison’s mind,’ she continued after a slight pause. ‘You are too. She doesn’t know that I’ve confided in you – and she mustn’t know that,’ she added hurriedly. ‘We’d all agreed to keep this confidential, OK?’

I frowned angrily.

‘Promise me you won’t ever mention it to her, Edie,’ she said pleadingly. ‘It could reopen a whole can of worms for me.’

‘Of course I won’t mention it. But it’s hard to sit by and witness all this crap. It’s so unjust.’

‘No one thinks that more than me, but I have to be pragmatic about it and I just want everything and everyone,’ she said pointedly, ‘to calm down and move on. It’s in my best interests.’

‘How is it in your best interests?’ I exclaimed. ‘I can see how it might be in his best interests, but our office politics isn’t your responsibility, or even relevant to you after today, and none of this is your fault. It’s your last day and your leaving drinks and you should decide who’s invited and who isn’t.’

‘Agreed,’ she said simply.

‘So why on earth are you inviting him?’ I asked, losing the battle to remain calm and throwing up my hands in exasperation. ‘He hasn’t admitted his guilt and apologised, has he? So you can’t be up for forgiving and forgetting.’

‘I’m not,’ she said, ‘but I am up for not making a difficult and potentially damaging situation any worse than it already is. It does me no good to gain a reputation for being difficult to work with. I need to maintain networks and focus on avoiding any negative impact on my career. Cameron and I both know exactly what happened; he’s nervous about that and that’s enough for me.’

I stared at her, not knowing what to say in response. She had told me a week earlier that she admired Alison’s career pragmatism but, until that moment, I hadn’t realised that she shared it to quite such a degree.