'Katie, we broke up! That's all. People break up all the time.'
'But you and Connor weren't just people! You were
why should any of the rest of us bother even trying?'
'Katie, we weren't
went wrong, and… and these things happen.'
'But-'
'And to be honest, I'd rather not talk about it.'
'Oh,' she says, and stares at me over the bag. 'Oh God, of course. Sorry, Emma. I didn't… I
just… you know, it was such a shock!'
'Come on, you haven't told me how your date with Phillip went yet,' I say firmly. 'Cheer me
up with some good news.'
Katie's breathing has gradually calmed, and she removes the bag from her face.
'Actually, it went really well,' she says. 'We're going to see each other again!'
'Well there you go,' I say encouragingly.
'He's so charming. And gentle. And we have the same sense of humour, and we like the same
things.' A bashful smile spreads across Katie's face. 'In fact, he's lovely!'
'He sounds wonderful! You see?' I squeeze her arm. 'You and Phillip will probably be a far
better couple than Connor and I ever were. Do you want a coffee?'
'No thanks, I've got to go. We've got a meeting with Jack Harper about personnel. See you.'
'OK, see you,' I say absently.
About five seconds later, my brain clicks into gear.
'Wait a second.' I hurry down the corridor and grab her shoulder. 'Did you just say Jack
Harper?'
'Yes.'
'But… but he's gone. He left on Friday.'
'No he didn't. He changed his mind.'
I stare at her in disbelief.
'He changed his mind?'
'Yes.'
'So…' I swallow. 'So he's here?'
'Of course he's here!' says Katie with a laugh. 'He's upstairs.'
Suddenly my legs won't work properly.
'Why…' I clear my throat, which has gone a little husky. 'Why did he change his mind?'
'Who knows?' Katie shrugs. 'He's the boss. He can do what he likes, can't he? Mind you, he
seems very down to earth.' She reaches into her pocket for a packet of gum, and offers it to
me. 'He was really nice to Connor after he gave his little speech…'
I feel a fresh jolt.
'Jack Harper heard Connor's speech? About us breaking up?'
'Yes! He was standing right next to him.' Katie unwraps her gum. 'And afterwards he said
something really nice like he could just imagine how Connor was feeling. Wasn't that sweet?'
I need to sit down. I need to think. I need to…
'Emma, are you OK?' says Katie in dismay. 'God, I'm so insensitive-'
'No. It's fine,' I say dazedly. 'I'm fine. I'll see you later.'
My mind is whirling as I walk into the marketing department.
This is not the way it was supposed to happen. Jack Harper was supposed to be back in
America. He was supposed to have no idea that I went straight home from our conversation
and chucked Connor.
I feel a smart of humiliation. He'll think I chucked Connor because of what he said to me in
the lift, won't he? He'll think it was all because of him. Which it wasn't. It so
At least, not completely…
Maybe that's why…
know why I'm so jumpy.
As I near my desk, Artemis looks up from a copy of
'Oh Emma. I was sorry to hear about you and Connor.'
'Thanks,' I say. 'But I don't really want to talk about it if that's OK.'
'Fine,' says Artemis. 'Whatever. I was just being polite.' She looks at a Post-It on her desk.
'There's a message for you from Jack Harper, by the way.'
'What?' I start.
Shit. I didn't mean to sound so rattled. 'I mean, what is it?' I add more calmly.
'Could you please take the -' She squints at the paper. '— the Leopold file to his office. He said
you'd know what it was. But if you can't find it, it doesn't matter.'
I stare at her, my heart hammering in my chest.
The Leopold file.
It's a secret code. He wants to see me.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I have never been more excited and thrilled and petrified. All at once.
I sit down and stare at my blank screen for a minute. Then with trembling fingers I take out a
blank file. I wait until Artemis has turned away, then write 'Leopold' on the side of it, trying to
disguise my handwriting.
Now what do I do?
Well, it's obvious. I take it upstairs to his office.
Unless… Oh fuck. Am I being really, really stupid here? Is there a real Leopold file?
Hastily I go into the company database and do a quick search for 'Leopold'. But nothing
comes up.
OK. I was right first time.
I'm about to push my chair back when I suddenly have a paranoid thought. What if someone
stops me and asks what the Leopold file is? Or what if I drop it on the floor and everyone sees
it's empty?
Quickly, I open a new document, invent a fancy letterhead and type a letter from a Mr Ernest
P. Leopold to the Panther Corporation. I send it over to print, stroll over to the printer and
whisk it out before anyone else can see what it is. Not that anyone else is remotely interested.
'Right,' I say casually, tucking it into the cardboard folder. 'Well, I'll just take that file up, then
…'
Artemis doesn't even raise her head.
As I walk along the corridors my stomach is churning, and I feel all prickly and self-conscious,
as though everyone in the building must know what I'm doing. There's a lift waiting to go up,
but I head for the stairs, firstly so I won't have to talk to anyone and secondly because my
heart's beating so fast, I feel like I need to use up a bit of nervous energy.
Why does Jack Harper want to see me? Because if it's to tell me he was right all along about
Connor, then he can just… he can just bloody well… Suddenly I have a flashback to that