“Don’t call her that. Please. I know that she’s been after him for so long and it’s not like she didn’t know about Leo and I. But he’s the one that cheated on me. Not her.”
“Both of them,” she blurts out and I know that she’s angry, but she’s wrong. If Leo loved me, then he wouldn’t look at her twice. He would tell her o sling her hook.
“It doesn’t matter. I guess that this has been going on for a while,” she’s avoiding my question and I don’t want to put her in a spot. It’s not fair, I realize that Leo’s the one that I should be talking to about all of this. I don’t bother because something tells me that all he’ll do is lie and say that Agnes is jealous and made up stories about him. I know Agnes hates his guts, she’s told him enough times.
She sighs, “I saw them a couple of times when you were here and asked him. He denied it, but now it’s as if he doesn’t care.”
“Why do you say that?”
She hesitates in replying and says, “When I was taking a photo of them kissing. He stopped and then winked at me after I took the shot.”
“Bastard!”
“Exactly! This is what I mean Isobel. He’s not even worth thinking about, let alone your tears. Just promise me one thing.”
“What?”
I’m hardly able to speak as I’m holding my phone in my hand and watching everyone pass me as I sit in the center of the square quite near to the office. Sometimes, when I don’t feel like going to lunch with the rest of the girls in the office, I come out here and watch everyone pass by. I don’t have to talk to anyone and sometimes, I make-up a little story about everyone else’s life. It always feels more exciting thinking about others, than my boring life which is why I came to the city. I had wanted a little sense of adventure before I got married. The realization that I’m not going to get married anytime soon should make me sad, but it has the reverse effect, it comes as a welcome relief.
“Just don’t waste any tears on him please. Go out with some of the girls. Like Jean, the one who works in finance. The one that’s helped you so much since you’ve been there. Have fun for once in your life.”
“I thought that working in the city was fun.”
“Yes, but every time I call you, you’re either sleeping or on your way or at the office. Just go out and enjoy yourself. Please.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice.
“Okay, I get the message.”
I’m thinking about what my boss said, what he’s offering and the excitement of not knowing exactly what’s install brings a smile to my face.
“I’ll have fun. Don’t worry about it.”
“Phew.”
“As for you?”
“Isobel, I have a horse to train. Not only does their son not know how to look after women, but his parents haven’t been looking after the horse.”
She sounds as if she wants to say something else, but then she says, “Okay I need to go. Remember call me anytime. I’m here for you, and I can’t wait until I come.”
She’s not the only one, in around four weeks time she’ll be here. By then I’ll have waved goodbye to my v-card, and I’ll be lusting after my boss.
“Love you too and take care.”
This time I go back to the office, not with a frown or even tears in my eyes, but with a big fat smile. Things are going to change; I can just feel it and not for the bad. Only for good.
Chapter 6
Christian
I look at my watch, it’s getting late, we’ve had some rush work come in, and we have to complete it by this evening. I watch Isobel as she beavers away typing frantically. Even though it’s only been just over twenty-four hours, her attitude and demeanor seem to have changed for the better. Today, she’s not upset and has done a fair amount of hard graft. If it had not been for her, I would’ve been right in the shit today. Not that I’ll pass on any praise, it’s her job, and as we know, you have to do everything to please a real boss. A billionaire boss!
A big grin crosses my face; I always get a kick out of remembering I’m the boss and a hugely wealthy boss at that. It’s as if I click my fingers and things just happen, maybe it’s the power I hold when I mentally wave a huge stack of notes under someone’s nose. I’m not one for caring, because of, either way, I get what I want, and I’m not bothered how I get it.
“Isobel, you appear different today, what’s changed?” I ask as she lifts her head from her keyboard.
“I listened to what you said yesterday and had a good think last night,” she replies with a slight smile.