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driving a van with ‘Shocking Connections’ plastered all over it.”
“Yes, I see that would be a problem. It would so much classier if you had one with ‘Royal Mail’ written on it.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I thought the promotion came with a new car thrown in.”
“Yes, but I haven’t accepted the job yet.”
“Danny, RING UP AND ACCEPT THE JOB—NOW!” Rob has one hell of a pair of lungs on him, but I think he’s made his point. The HR direct line number is stored on my phone.
“Good morning, this is James Pearson. Is Mrs. Miller in?”
“Good morning, Mr. Pearson. Mrs. Miller here. How can I help you?”
“I would like to accept the company’s offer. What do I do now?”
“Just sign the offer letter in two places at the bottom and e-mail it back to me.”
“Brilliant…There’s one more thing.”
“The company car.”
“How did you know that was what I was going to ask about?”
“You’re a man, Mr. Pearson—it wasn’t really that hard to fathom.”
“Mrs. Miller, I like you.”
She does not say anything at first, but I think the charm worked. “Ring Peter Elworthy at British Car Leasing. Give him the budget figure. He will tell you what is available. We only need a day to process it at our end. The only delay is in you choosing whichever car you want.”
“So I could have my new car by Saturday?”
“Goodness, I do wonder at some of the decisions this company makes at times. As I said, you’re a man, Mr. Pearson, and you could well have your new toy by the weekend.”
“Mrs. Miller, forget that ‘like’ business—I positively love you.”
She lets out a theatrical sigh. “We need more women in this company. Have a nice day, Mr. Pearson. Oh and by the way, do not forget that the company expects your turnover to top a million pounds in the first year.”
“No problem, Mrs. Miller.” I turn to Rob. “She was nice. What sort of car shall I get?”
“Nothing too sporty or too flash; an Audi maybe? But make sure it is white. White is classy—understated, but eye-catching.”
I am deep in conversation with Mr. Elworthy within five minutes.
A short time later, I am back on the phone with Rob.
***
“What did you get?” he asks.
“An Audi something or other.”
“Not a coupé.”
“No, not a coupé.”
“In white?”
“No. If I wanted white, there was a waiting list for two months.”
“So what colour did you get?”
“Blue.”
“Blue. Dark miserable blue or bright flashy blue?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Brilliant, you’ve got yourself saddled with a dark miserable blue Audi for the next two years.”
“It’s got satellite navigation.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
Rob is obviously pleased and impressed about the satellite navigation—maybe Mrs. Miller was right after all.
***
“Do you fancy a coffee break in town? You can issue me my final warning then.”
Jess is determined not to let Gemma off that easily, but if she does not have a coffee by eleven-thirty every day, her head starts swimming.
“I suppose so. But you’re buying.”
They find a quiet corner in the staff canteen and still have a bit of time before the lunch rush hour.
“So, JB, or should I call you—”
“Enough! Seriously, Gemma, I’m not too happy about you eavesdropping on my private conversations. It’s not very nice.”
“Firstly, JB, I wholeheartedly apologise. It was not deliberate or planned. I actually thought you might be giving the guy the brush off. I was half looking forward to a classic JB slagging-off session.”
“You didn’t like him?”
JB looks concerned, so Gemma responds accordingly. “Personally, I thought he was great, terrific. He really fancies you.”
“Yes, I am well aware of that.”
There is a silence, a gap that needs to be ignored or crossed. Gemma decides if she does not speak up now, the chance may never happen again. “Friend to friend, not PA to her boss…”
JB nods.
“Over the last three
“Yes, I see that would be a problem. It would so much classier if you had one with ‘Royal Mail’ written on it.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I thought the promotion came with a new car thrown in.”
“Yes, but I haven’t accepted the job yet.”
“Danny, RING UP AND ACCEPT THE JOB—NOW!” Rob has one hell of a pair of lungs on him, but I think he’s made his point. The HR direct line number is stored on my phone.
“Good morning, this is James Pearson. Is Mrs. Miller in?”
“Good morning, Mr. Pearson. Mrs. Miller here. How can I help you?”
“I would like to accept the company’s offer. What do I do now?”
“Just sign the offer letter in two places at the bottom and e-mail it back to me.”
“Brilliant…There’s one more thing.”
“The company car.”
“How did you know that was what I was going to ask about?”
“You’re a man, Mr. Pearson—it wasn’t really that hard to fathom.”
“Mrs. Miller, I like you.”
She does not say anything at first, but I think the charm worked. “Ring Peter Elworthy at British Car Leasing. Give him the budget figure. He will tell you what is available. We only need a day to process it at our end. The only delay is in you choosing whichever car you want.”
“So I could have my new car by Saturday?”
“Goodness, I do wonder at some of the decisions this company makes at times. As I said, you’re a man, Mr. Pearson, and you could well have your new toy by the weekend.”
“Mrs. Miller, forget that ‘like’ business—I positively love you.”
She lets out a theatrical sigh. “We need more women in this company. Have a nice day, Mr. Pearson. Oh and by the way, do not forget that the company expects your turnover to top a million pounds in the first year.”
“No problem, Mrs. Miller.” I turn to Rob. “She was nice. What sort of car shall I get?”
“Nothing too sporty or too flash; an Audi maybe? But make sure it is white. White is classy—understated, but eye-catching.”
I am deep in conversation with Mr. Elworthy within five minutes.
A short time later, I am back on the phone with Rob.
***
“What did you get?” he asks.
“An Audi something or other.”
“Not a coupé.”
“No, not a coupé.”
“In white?”
“No. If I wanted white, there was a waiting list for two months.”
“So what colour did you get?”
“Blue.”
“Blue. Dark miserable blue or bright flashy blue?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Brilliant, you’ve got yourself saddled with a dark miserable blue Audi for the next two years.”
“It’s got satellite navigation.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
Rob is obviously pleased and impressed about the satellite navigation—maybe Mrs. Miller was right after all.
***
“Do you fancy a coffee break in town? You can issue me my final warning then.”
Jess is determined not to let Gemma off that easily, but if she does not have a coffee by eleven-thirty every day, her head starts swimming.
“I suppose so. But you’re buying.”
They find a quiet corner in the staff canteen and still have a bit of time before the lunch rush hour.
“So, JB, or should I call you—”
“Enough! Seriously, Gemma, I’m not too happy about you eavesdropping on my private conversations. It’s not very nice.”
“Firstly, JB, I wholeheartedly apologise. It was not deliberate or planned. I actually thought you might be giving the guy the brush off. I was half looking forward to a classic JB slagging-off session.”
“You didn’t like him?”
JB looks concerned, so Gemma responds accordingly. “Personally, I thought he was great, terrific. He really fancies you.”
“Yes, I am well aware of that.”
There is a silence, a gap that needs to be ignored or crossed. Gemma decides if she does not speak up now, the chance may never happen again. “Friend to friend, not PA to her boss…”
JB nods.
“Over the last three
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