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'Then he popped the question!'

'And she said yes.'

They both smile happily, and I get another flash of his pearly whites. Now he looks, dare I say it, attractive. Not that I fancy Sir Richard, I think, hurriedly scratching that thought as we walk into the party together.

Grey's is a prestigious gentlemen's club, but with Sir Richard's family being members for three generations, they were more than happy to host his retirement party in one of their private rooms. It's all very grand: huge crystal chandeliers hang from the moulded ceiling; eighteenth-century oil paintings fill the walls, and at one end there's a large marble fireplace, whilst at the other French windows lead onto a private terrace.

Across which is strung a large glittery banner that reads, 'Happy Retirement Sir Richard!'

Well it can't be too grand, can it? It's a party!

I glance across the room, taking in the dozens of helium balloons shaped like giant tequila, rum and whisky bottles that I found on some random website in the States and had s.h.i.+pped over, the DJ I hired who's set up in the corner (complete with glitter ball and flas.h.i.+ng lights) and the waiting staff who are flitting around serving up the delicious 'Sir Richard' c.o.c.ktail that I had concocted especially.

And which everyone seems to be enjoying, I note, watching Kym finis.h.i.+ng one off while simultaneously reaching for another, a few girls from Marketing who already look as if they've had more than a couple and are jigging around on the edge of the dance floor, even though the DJ hasn't started yet, and some serious flirting which seems to be going on between one of our account directors and his PA.

'Tess, I have to say a big thank you,' says Sir Richard, as Fiona disappears to powder her nose. 'You've done a wonderful job tonight.'

'Oh, don't mention it,' I smile. 'It's my pleasure.'

'I also wanted to thank you for giving us your blessing,' he continues, before lowering his voice. 'And to rea.s.sure you about any concerns. I realise this might appear to have been quite a recent development . . .' he clears his throat awkwardly and I know we're both remembering him on the sofa in his office, 'but in fact divorce proceedings from Lady Blackstock were started some time ago and, although I'm not quite yet a free man, my intentions towards Fiona are completely honourable-'

'Oh, yes, I'm sure,' I interrupt him quickly, before he confides in me any further. He's been a brilliant boss, and I'm sure he'll be a great husband, but I'd rather not hear any more about his intentions, honourable or otherwise, towards Fiona. 'Absolutely. I don't doubt it.'

'Marvellous.' He looks as relieved as I am not to have to talk about it any more. 'Well then, let's enjoy the party shall we?'

Grabbing a drink, I start chatting to people. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Except of course for Wendy the Witch who, unlike everyone else, has forgone the party dress and is wearing her usual head-to-toe black and is standing in the corner, glowering at everyone. She's still smarting from the fact she hasn't been called to a second interview for Sir Richard's job. 'As if I should have to do an interview in the first place! I'm the obvious successor,' she complained loudly afterwards, to anyone and everyone who would listen.

She catches my eye but I pretend not to see her and spend the next half an hour avoiding her and mingling, before it's time for Sir Richard's speech.

'Ahem . . . ladies and gentlemen . . .' Clearing his throat, he takes to the little makes.h.i.+ft stage with all the theatrics of a seasoned performer at the Old Vic, and starts bowing and waving to the crowd, who immediately burst into a big round of applause.

'First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming to my little retirement s.h.i.+ndig,' he begins when they've finally stopped clapping. 'I'm not going to bore you with a long speech as I think you've had quite enough of me these past thirty years . . .' Cue lots of whooping and cheering. 'But I want to make two announcements.'

Immediately people quieten down. Despite the party atmosphere, everyone loves Sir Richard and his retirement has caused more than a few concerns amongst the staff. For months now, everyone has been wondering who will replace him as CEO and how it will affect the company, and more importantly their jobs.

'Now, do you want the good news, or the good news?'

It's a terrible joke, but everyone laughs.

'The first is that my recent trip to India went better than I dared hope and was extremely fruitful. As you know, I have always had a global vision for this company, a desire to see it grow even stronger and further improve as the market leader. Because of this, I believe it's extremely important to expand into the developing markets, and therefore I am thrilled to announce that Blackstock and White has secured ongoing relations with Patak Patel Ltd, one of the key players in the drinks market in India. It has also been decided, reflecting this exciting new development, that my successor will be Mr Sanjeev Patel, a remarkable man who I'm sure you will all love, and who I'm sure will take the company to a whole new level . . .'

There's a huge round of applause and a lot of chattering breaks out as people take in the news. There are a few surprised looks and some raised eyebrows, but mostly there's a mixture of relief, excitement, and a lot of huge grins from the Accounts department. The only person who doesn't look pleased is Wendy, whose jaw sets hard as she claps with teeth clenched.

'And now for the second piece of good news,' continues Sir Richard, after the buzz from his first announcement has died down slightly. For a moment he looks nervous as he glances across at Fiona and holds out his hand, but she rewards him with a delighted smile. 'I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce my wonderful fiancee-'

As Fiona joins him on stage, the whole place erupts. For a moment I think the carefully moulded ceiling might actually blow off, as people whoop with astonished delight and congratulations. Most people have heard rumours of his divorce, and a.s.sumed Fiona was his new girlfriend, but a new fiancee? And one who's half his age? The men look on in disbelief at the hot young blonde with her arm around their boss, whilst the women who've already been commenting on his makeover at work over the past few weeks suddenly look at Sir Richard in a whole new light.

'So that's why he wasn't interested in going on a cruise like my nan and granddad!' Kym looks across at me indignantly. 'I can't believe you didn't tell me he was going out with your flatmate! C'mon, spill all the gossip!'

'Well that's the thing, I didn't know-' I begin to try and explain, but I'm interrupted by Wendy who appears by my elbow.

'Your friend marrying the boss won't make any difference, you know,' she scowls. 'He's still leaving next week.'

'I don't know what you're talking about,' I reply, trying to ignore her, but knowing it's impossible.

'Your job. Don't think you'll be getting any special favours, if that's what you're after.'

'I'm not thinking that,' I reply stonily. 'And anyway, I've already got some freelance work lined up.'

'Well I hope they're not our compet.i.tors there could be a clash of interests. You could get in serious trouble if it's discovered you're pa.s.sing on trade secrets,' she threatens.

Somehow I don't think babysitting for the neighbour's eighteen-month-old is going to clash.

'So who are you freelancing for?' she asks, narrowing her eyes.

Oh G.o.d, this is all I need. For over a year I've had to put up with Wendy's nasty jibes and constant criticism, but I draw the line at interrogation.

'Actually, if you'll just excuse me, I need the loo.' And before she can start s.h.i.+ning a light in my face and pulling out my fingernails, I make a break for it.

Chapter 40.

Das.h.i.+ng to the safety of the Ladies, I find a long queue. And Fiona.

'What are you doing here?' I smile, relieved to see her.

'I just needed to escape for a few minutes; it got a bit overwhelming being the centre of attention,' she grins. 'And I've drunk so many of those c.o.c.ktails I'm dying for a pee.' She crosses her legs. 'Gosh, I wish they'd hurry up.'

I glance at the two cubicles. On one is a sign that says 'Out of Order', and behind the other I can hear several girls talking.

'Bali was totally fabulous . . . I'm going to get Daddy to buy a villa out there, I want to show my jewellery . . .'

Fiona crinkles her brow. 'Hang on, isn't that . . . ?' Abruptly the door is flung open, and a gaggle of blondes spill out of the cubicle, sniffing conspicuously and wiping their nostrils.

'Pippa!' she gasps in astonishment.

A tanned blonde, dressed in the kind of designer ethnic chic that costs an absolute fortune, twirls around, and there's a split-second pause, almost as if she's trying to place her, then she breaks into a smile. 'Fifi, darling!' She makes a big show of planting two loud mwoah-mwoah kisses on each of her cheeks.

'What are you doing here?' asks Fiona, looking puzzled.

Clutching at the strings of love beads around her neck, Pippa flashes her a fake smile. 'I'm here with some friends and Daddy, having dinner. He's a member,' she adds pointedly, and I catch her looking me up and down and wondering how on earth I got in.

'I thought you were in Bali,' says Fiona, still uncomprehending.

'I just got back, I was going to call you first thing.' She suddenly spots Tallulah, who's tucked inside Fiona's bag. 'My baby!' she whoops. 'Mummy's missed you! Poor darling, have you been missing Mummy too?'

I see Fiona stiffen and hug her closer. 'She's been fine,' she says tightly.

'Wait a moment, where's her Swarovski crystal collar?' demands Pippa.

'It was too tight, it was damaging her trachea. Puppies need a thinner, nylon collar, which will allow enough s.p.a.ce so you can fit two fingers underneath . . .'

As Fiona is speaking, Pippa is looking at her with astonishment, not because she knows so much about dogs, but because she's daring to answer back.

'Says who?' she snorts.

'Well, I've been doing a lot of research on the internet . . .' Aware of Pippa's obvious displeasure, Fiona's confidence is fast disappearing and she starts looking all nervous and stammering, '. . . and I bought this book-'

'Well you won't be needing any of that,' says Pippa sharply, and Fiona jumps. 'I'm afraid you've wasted your time and money as I'll be taking Tallulah back home with me now.' Turning back to her blonde friends, she rolls her eyes and says under her breath, 'Honestly, you leave your pets with some people and they just can't be trusted.'

But it's said loud enough for me to hear and I feel my hackles rise. n.o.body could have looked after Tallulah better than Fiona. I admit, at first I was worried, especially after Gerbilgate, but she adores Talullah and Tallulah adores her.

I see panic flash across Fiona's face. 'But you can't,' she cries.

Pippa rounds on her. 'What? Are you telling me I can't take my own dog home?'

Fiona looks shocked by her own outburst. 'No, it's not, it's just . . . well . . . all her toys and things are at my flat . . .'

But Pippa is ignoring her. 'Lickle baby-waby missed her mummy didn't she . . . ? ' she coos, puckering up and bending down to kiss Tallulah, '. . . she doesn't need that nasty-wasty nylon collar, does she . . . ?'

Tallulah, however, who all this time has been sitting quietly and well-behaved in Fiona's handbag, has other ideas. Seeing Pippa's lip-glossed pout, she suddenly bares her teeth and tries to bite her.

At which point, all h.e.l.l breaks loose.

'Arggghhh!' Pippa jumps back, shrieking. 'She bit me! That f.u.c.king dog bit me!' She clutches at her face. 'I'm bleeding, I know it, I'm bleeding. Oh my G.o.d I'm going to be scarred for life! I'm never going to be able to go to another party again!' Shaking and wailing, she dashes to the mirror while her friends rush to comfort her, worried looks flying between them.

Though I'm sure they're more worried about the threat of no parties than their friend's potential disfigurement. Having seen them in action at our flat, something tells me they're only in it for the invites and freebies.

'Call an ambulance! I need a doctor! Get Daddy, he'll call Mummy's plastic surgeon!'

'Here, let me look,' I say, trying to calm her down. 'I've done some first aid.'

But she's hysterical, and for a moment I think she's going to ignore me and carry on shrieking, until dutifully she takes her hand from her face.

There's nothing. Not even a mark.

'It must have just been a little nip,' I say matter-of-factly.

Blotchy from crying, she looks at me wildly. 'What? There's no blood?'

'Nope, no blood.' I shake my head. 'It didn't even break the skin.'

There's a moment of relief, and then: 'That dog's a vicious animal! It needs to be put down!'

Fiona blanches and covers Tallulah's ears with her hands. At which point, Pippa's Botoxed forehead puckers slightly. 'What's that?' she demands, peering at her fingers.

Suddenly I realise; she's spotted The Ring.

'Oh yes,' says Fiona, blus.h.i.+ng, 'it's my engagement ring.'

For a brief second Pippa is rendered speechless, before quickly snapping back. 'Let me look at that,' she snorts, s.n.a.t.c.hing up Fiona's finger. 'It can't be real.' With her free hand she starts scrabbling around in her bag and pulls out her little magnifying gla.s.s, used for looking at gemstones. Like a sort of posh, blonde Sherlock Holmes, she peers at the ring. Her face turns puce. 'But that can't be . . . it's real,' she gasps incredulously.

'Five carats, antique, worth a fortune,' I stage-whisper to her.

I exchange looks with Fiona, who blushes.

Releasing Fiona's finger, Pippa draws herself upright. 'Congratulations,' she says stiffly. 'And who's the lucky guy?'

'You haven't met him,' says Fiona, her face lighting up at the mere mention of him.

'His name's Sir Richard,' I b.u.t.t in.

'Well, I call him Ricky,' corrects Fiona, blus.h.i.+ng some more.

But I can already tell what Pippa is thinking, and it isn't about whether his name is Richard or Ricky. Underneath that expensive Bali tan she's gone as white as a ghost. Because that's something I've found out about the high-and-mighty Pippa. She might be a serious heiress, but I looked her dad up online and it appears he made his fortune from bingo halls not quite the pedigree she'd like everyone to believe.

'Which means Fiona's going to be a lady,' I say, trying not to gloat. Pippa's money might be able to buy a lot of Fendi handbags, and a lot of friends, but the one thing it can never buy is the one thing Fiona will, quite inadvertently, have: a t.i.tle.

Pippa looks as though she's about to collapse and has to steady herself against the side of the washbasin. One of the blondes rushes to her aid. 'Pips sweetie, are you OK?'

'I don't feel well. I think I need a teta.n.u.s,' she bl.u.s.ters.

She's so ridiculous, I actually feel pity for her. Especially with friends like those, I note, watching how they're now all fawning over her.

'Probably best to be on the safe side,' I nod.

She glowers and I smile sweetly.

'And if it's all right with you, I'm going to keep Tallulah,' says Fiona, suddenly emboldened.

I glance at her proudly. Finally it's happened. She's sticking up for herself, and I can see in her expression, it's because something's changed. She doesn't want to be one of them any more, she's happy being herself 'Whatever. Do what you like with the stupid mutt,' Pippa scowls, 'just as long as you keep her away from me.' And, supported by the blondes, she's swept out of the toilets.

Leaving Fiona and me by ourselves. For a moment neither of us speaks. Both slightly stunned and still absorbing what just happened, we just look at each other. Fiona cracks first. Her lips start twitching. After that it's hopeless. Exploding into loud guffaws, we double up laughing, clinging onto the hand-dryers, our faces streaming with tears. Somehow, I think that's the last we'll be hearing of Pippa.

Afterwards, we go back outside to rejoin the party and Fiona goes off to find Sir Richard, linking her arm through his with the ease of someone who's been doing it for years. Observing them from across the room, I look at them together, and now my initial shock has abated, I have to say they actually make a good couple. Sir Richard is obviously besotted by her, he keeps getting her nibbles and gazing at her adoringly, whereas Fiona is picking invisible threads off his jacket, subtly motioning to him when he has crumbs on his chin.

I feel a glow of pleasure. My best friend's in love, Sir Richard got his deal, the party is a huge success . . . the DJ has started up, and I watch everyone busting out their moves on the dance floor. Everything has worked out brilliantly, except I let my eyes wander around the room, hoping they'll fall upon a tall, six-foot-something figure, with broad shoulders and a shock of messy black hair.

Where are you Fergus? As I ask myself the silent question, I'm well aware I don't know the answer. I've been trying not to think about him all night, but with each pa.s.sing hour I've found myself glancing at the doorway, hoping he might turn up at the last minute. But no. He hasn't come.

'Thought I'd come and say h.e.l.lo.' I turn to see Fiona at my side. 'I've sent Ricky off in search of more of those delicious spring rolls.' She flashes a smile, then frowns. 'Hey, are you OK?'

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