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      ‘Thanks but I’d rather kill myself.’

      ‘It must be cold perched up on that pedestal…’ he replied.

      I looked at him blankly.

      Marlowe winked at me in support from her window seat while Amber was leaning against the kitchen counter, once again glued to her phone.

      ‘Amber, are you okay?’ Sean said as she continued to type. ‘Back away from the phone, you’re not at work now,’ he said, prising it out of her hands.

      ‘Stop it!’ she shouted. ‘For fuck’s sake!’ She wrestled it free as the whole room fell silent. ‘I’m sorry, all right – I’ve just had a bad day.’

      I watched as she went into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

      ‘Is she okay?’ Sean said. ‘What did I miss?’

      ‘She’ll be all right,’ Marlowe said, looking like she knew something we didn’t. ‘So tell me more about this Harry bloke.’

      ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘There’s not much to say. He’s… nice.’

      ‘Ah, nice…’ Sean said. ‘That’ll get the girls queuing up.’

      ‘No,’ I said, ‘not like that. He’s really lovely. I like him. I think.’

      At that point, Amber emerged wearing a pair of oversized pyjamas, giving off the overall feel that she was slightly calmer.

      Marlowe smiled at her. ‘You okay?’

      ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ she whispered, although the look on her face contradicted her.

      ‘Sit down,’ Sean said. ‘I’ll dish out the egg fried rice.’

      Amber sat down at the table, the sleeves of her dressing gown covering her hands as she held her phone tightly.

      ‘It’s been a couple of weeks and we’ve been back and forth and now I just don’t know what to do,’ she said, looking to us for answers.

      That was always what happened with Amber. She would tell you eventually – it just had to be on her terms.

      ‘About what?’ I said, leaning forwards in my chair.

      ‘Well, a couple of weeks ago, I was working on this new proposal for promotion. I’ve been developing a new business growth plan, completely in my own time, in the hope that one day my boss might look at it and see me in a more, I don’t know, competent light. I’d shown it to Marlowe and it was good.’

      ‘Really good,’ Marlowe said, now seated with us at the table.

      ‘Okay…’ Sean said, knowing there had to be more to the story.

      ‘Well, there is a woman at work, Linda. She’s senior to me and literally questions everything I do. I can’t win. But if I got the promotion I wouldn’t need to answer to her. I would just be working directly under my boss.’

      ‘Amber, just get the point, what happened?’ I said.

      ‘I mean, this promotion would be an extra £7,000 a year and it would mean that my voice actually gets heard rather than working every hour God sends on someone else’s ideas.’

      ‘Yeah, but what actually happened, Amber?’ Sean said.

      ‘I was called into my boss’ office about two weeks ago and asked what progress I was making in this quarter. I discussed my development and what I hoped to achieve. He said I was ambitious and liked to see that in an employee. He made a joke or two. I laughed. And then he talked about how we should discuss my ideas further. He got up and put his hand on the back of my chair. The other hand went on my knee. I didn’t move.’

      We all sat staring at her phone, which was now in the middle of the table like a piece of evidence in a crime scene.

      ‘I know I shouldn’t have but I kept thinking about my position and how I didn’t want to offend him. So instead I just nodded. I could feel his eyes follow me as I left the office.’

      ‘But isn’t that sexual harassment?’ Sean said.

      ‘Not exactly,’ Marlowe said.

      ‘Two days later he called me into his office again and told me he was giving me the job of project manager at the new e-commerce merger.’

      ‘What, just like that?’ I said, in cautious belief.

      ‘Yeah. Just like that,’ she continued, ‘but when I got to work on Wednesday he said that the position would mean that we should spend more time together and he invited me to lunch.’

      ‘Just the two of you?’ Sean asked.

      ‘Yes,’ she said.

      ‘Is he married?’

      Amber sat in silence.

      ‘Just be careful…’ Marlowe said, answering for her.

      ‘It’s a work thing,’ Amber replied, dismissively.

      ‘Is he married?’ I repeated.

      ‘Yes.’ Amber looked at me with wide eyes. ‘So we went to lunch and to be honest it felt great: I was being heard, he was flirting and so what if I flirted back, it was totally harmless. But late this afternoon he called me into his office again.’

      ‘Smooth.’ Sean laughed.

      ‘Go on…’ I said.

      ‘He told me how much he valued and appreciated me, now that he’d got to know me better and how he had come to rely on my opinion. And then he tried to kiss me.’

      ‘What did you do?’ I asked.

      ‘I didn’t pull away.’

      ‘Amber, he’s married!’ I cried.

      ‘I know! But I was scared, he’s my boss and now I’m stuck in it. And I don’t know what to do.’

      At that point her phone pinged.

      ‘You’ve got to keep him sweet,’ Sean advised. ‘Don’t piss him off. You don’t know what he might do…’

      ‘But don’t have sex with him either!’ I shouted.

      ‘It’s a tricky one,’ Sean said as he leaned over to look at the phone. ‘He’s typing…’

      ‘What about my business proposal? I’ve worked for weeks on it and it’s really good. I don’t want to lose the opportunity.’

      ‘Babes, I don’t think he cares about your business proposal,’ Sean said, drily. ‘He’s still typing.’

      ‘Can we just change the subject?’ she said, pulling her phone off the table.

      After dinner, I stood in the kitchen by myself, clearing away the forks that we’d used to eat from the cartons.

      ‘The upside of eating takeaway…’ Amber said as she walked back into the kitchen. ‘No washing up!’

      Marlowe had left early to relieve the babysitter and Sean needed to be up early for a gym session. We were alone: just the two of us.

      ‘You can’t have an affair with your boss, Amber. He’s married. What about his wife? Did you even think about her?’

      ‘Hold your horses,’ she said, defensively. ‘I don’t know that I am.’

      ‘What if you piss him off? If he rewards you with a promotion, how does he punish you? It’s your job. Seriously, take it from me, life without an actual career, at our age, well, it’s not ideal…’

      ‘I think you’re overreacting.’

      ‘I’m not,’ I said. ‘I know how hard you’ve worked to get here.’

      I switched off the

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