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one of the most prestigious advertising
agencies and although the job was entry-level it was full of perks.
She showed me a picture of her new apartment. It was gorgeous. I’d
always been jealous of her but now I was positively green with
envy! She had everything. She told me she was hoping to get half of
her husband’s millions when they divorced, but if Claire was right,
I’m sure she’d be lucky to get anything at all. When I’d finished
showing Mia I understood how to design posters, I was allowed to
sit with Doreen and finish off some of my own work.
    ‘I hope you
don’t turn into a cow when you get Mia’s job,’ Doreen said with a
giggle.
    ‘You know me,
Dor.’
    ‘Yeah. You’ll
be ok. You’ll ‘ave to come out ‘ere and share cakes with me at
break, though.’
    ‘ Even
better, you can come into my office!’
    She giggled.
‘We can have discos and everything! No-one will know!’
    I was going to
miss sitting next to Doreen. Being alone in that huge office was
one thing I wasn’t looking forward to. I enjoyed working with
people, having a chat and a gossip. I was looking forward to
meeting Mark tonight though. I would finally get the chance to hear
how he realizes his mistake and wants us to get back together. I
would play it cool, at first, but then I would throw my arms around
him and we would kiss passionately and then we would end up in bed
together at his apartment and that would be it – we would be an
official couple again only this time I’d make more of an effort so
that he’d have no reason to look elsewhere ever again. I still
missed freckly Mark a little bit. I cried myself to sleep for a few
nights but then I just stopped thinking about him and started
thinking about my Mark again and our reunion.
    ***
     
    Catherine had
excelled herself this time. Feeling full of confidence I made my
way downstairs and out of the front door. It was weird walking to
Mark’s apartment again after all this time. He lived further away
than Freckly Mark but too near to make it worthwhile getting a bus
or a taxi – it was quicker and cheaper to walk there. I wished I’d
worn comfier shoes, but I was deliberately making an effort – no
more trainers for me. These high heels would have Mark drooling,
hopefully.
    My stomach was
full of butterflies dive-bombing wildly as I knocked on the door.
Mark answered and it was like looking at a stranger. I wasn’t
expecting to feel like this. I thought he would be familiar and it
would be like we’d never been apart, but it wasn’t like I’d
expected. Mark appeared to be nervous too. ‘Come in,’ he said with
an air of formality. ‘Would you like a drink?’
    ‘ A lager
would be nice,’ I replied. In the past I would have sat down on the
settee after getting my own lager, but this time I hesitated. It
was strange being here after all this time.
    ‘Sit down,’ he
said; pointing to the settee we’d sat on so many times
together.
    I sat and felt
uneasy when he sat down next to me. He passed me my lager and I
felt nothing as our hands touched. I put this thought out of my
mind as I looked into his blue eyes. He looked tanned and
well-groomed, as usual, but I didn’t feel any spark.
    ‘So, why did
you want to see me?’ I asked.
    He placed his
lager onto the floor. ‘We can talk about that later. First tell me
what you’ve been up to.’
    I didn’t feel
comfortable with the way he’d changed the subject so I asked again.
‘I’d rather just get straight to the point.’
    He sat
back and stretched his arms. ‘I don’t know where to start, really.
I thought we could have a catch up first. I’ve missed you, you
know.’
    My heart
started to beat quicker. He’s missed me. I knew it. ‘Have you? I’ve
missed you too.’
    He smiled and
bent down to get his lager. He took a sip. ‘When you’ve seen
somebody every day for nine years it’s weird when you suddenly stop
seeing them, you know?’
    ‘Yeah. It was
your idea, though.’ I sipped my lager and