Can You Keep a Secret?
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Without quite meaning to, I find myself running back down the steps and along the street again.
This is getting ridiculous. I can't stay out here on the street all day. I have to get to my desk. Come on, think. There must be a way round this. There must be—
Yes! I have a totally brilliant idea. This will definitely work.
Three minutes later I approach the doors of the Panther building once more, totally engrossed in an article in The Times. I can't see anything around me. And no-one can see my face. This is the perfect disguise!
I push the door open with my shoulder, walk across the foyer and up the stairs, all without looking up. As I stride along the corridor towards the marketing department, I feel all cocooned and safe, buried in my Times. I should do this more often. No-one can get me in here. It's a really reassuring feeling, almost as though I'm invisible, or—
'Ow! Sorry!'
I've crashed into someone. Shit. I lower my paper, to see Paul staring at me, rubbing his head.
'Emma, what the fuck are you doing?'
'I was just reading The Times,' I say feebly. 'I'm really sorry.'
'All right. Anyway, where the hell have you been? I want you to do teas and coffees at the departmental meeting. Ten o'clock.'
'What teas and coffees?' I say, puzzled. They don't usually have any refreshments at the departmental meeting. In fact, usually only about six people turn up.
'We're having teas and coffees today,' he says. 'And biscuits. All right? Oh, and Jack Harper's coming along.'
'What?' I stare at him in consternation.
'Jack Harper's coming along,' repeats Paul impatiently. 'So hurry up.'
'Do I have to go?' I say before I can stop myself.
'What?' Paul stares at me with a blank frown.
'I was just wondering if I … have to go, or whether …' I tail off feebly.
'Emma, if you can serve tea and coffee by telepathy,' says Paul sarcastically, 'then you're more than welcome to stay at your desk. If not, would you most kindly get your arse in gear and up to the conference room. You know, for someone who wants to advance their career … 'He shakes his head and stalks off.
How can this day have gone so wrong already and I haven't even sat down yet?
I dump my bag and jacket at my desk, hurry back down the corridors to the lifts, and press the Up button. A moment later, one pings in front of me, and the doors open.
No. No.
This is a bad dream.
Jack Harper is standing alone in the lift, in old jeans and a brown cashmere sweater.
Before I can stop myself I take a startled step backwards. Jack Harper puts his mobile phone away, tilts his head to one side and gives me a quizzical look.
'Are you getting into the elevator?' he says mildly.
I'm stuffed. What can I say? I can't say 'No, I just pressed the button for fun, haha!'
'Yes,' I say at last and walk into the lift with stiff legs. 'Yes I am.'
The doors close, and we begin to travel upwards in silence. I've got a knot of tension in my stomach.
'Erm, Mr Harper,' I say awkwardly, and he looks up. 'I just wanted to apologize for my … for the, um, shirking episode the other day. It won't happen again.'
'You have drinkable coffee now,' says Jack Harper, raising his eyebrows. 'So you shouldn't need to go to Starbucks, at any rate.'
'I know. I'm really sorry,' I say, my face hot. 'And may I assure you, that was the very last time I will ever do such a thing.' I clear my throat. 'I am fully committed to the Panther Corporation, and I look forward to serving this company as best as I can, giving one hundred per cent, every day, now and in the future.'
I almost want to add 'Amen'.
'Really.' Jack looks at me, his mouth twitching. 'That's … great.' He thinks for a moment. 'Emma, can you keep a secret?'
'Yes,' I say apprehensively. 'What is it?'
Jack leans close and whispers, 'I used to play hookey too.'
'What?' I stare at him.
'In my first job,' he continues in his normal voice. 'I had a friend I used to hang out with. We had a code, too.' His eyes twinkle. 'One of us would ask the other to bring him the Leopold file.'
'What was the Leopold file?'
'It didn't exist.' He grins. 'It was just an excuse to get away from our desks.'
'Oh. Oh right!'
Suddenly I feel a bit better.
Jack Harper used to skive? I would have thought he was too busy being a brilliant creative dynamic genius, or whatever he is.
The lift stops at floor 3 and the doors open, but no-one gets in.
'So, your colleagues seemed a very pleasant lot,' says Jack as we start travelling up again. 'A very friendly, industrious team. Are they like that all the time?'
'Absolutely!' I say at once. 'We enjoy cooperating with one another, in an integrated, team-based … um … operational …' I'm trying to think of another long word when I make the mistake of catching his eye.
This is getting ridiculous. I can't stay out here on the street all day. I have to get to my desk. Come on, think. There must be a way round this. There must be—
Yes! I have a totally brilliant idea. This will definitely work.
Three minutes later I approach the doors of the Panther building once more, totally engrossed in an article in The Times. I can't see anything around me. And no-one can see my face. This is the perfect disguise!
I push the door open with my shoulder, walk across the foyer and up the stairs, all without looking up. As I stride along the corridor towards the marketing department, I feel all cocooned and safe, buried in my Times. I should do this more often. No-one can get me in here. It's a really reassuring feeling, almost as though I'm invisible, or—
'Ow! Sorry!'
I've crashed into someone. Shit. I lower my paper, to see Paul staring at me, rubbing his head.
'Emma, what the fuck are you doing?'
'I was just reading The Times,' I say feebly. 'I'm really sorry.'
'All right. Anyway, where the hell have you been? I want you to do teas and coffees at the departmental meeting. Ten o'clock.'
'What teas and coffees?' I say, puzzled. They don't usually have any refreshments at the departmental meeting. In fact, usually only about six people turn up.
'We're having teas and coffees today,' he says. 'And biscuits. All right? Oh, and Jack Harper's coming along.'
'What?' I stare at him in consternation.
'Jack Harper's coming along,' repeats Paul impatiently. 'So hurry up.'
'Do I have to go?' I say before I can stop myself.
'What?' Paul stares at me with a blank frown.
'I was just wondering if I … have to go, or whether …' I tail off feebly.
'Emma, if you can serve tea and coffee by telepathy,' says Paul sarcastically, 'then you're more than welcome to stay at your desk. If not, would you most kindly get your arse in gear and up to the conference room. You know, for someone who wants to advance their career … 'He shakes his head and stalks off.
How can this day have gone so wrong already and I haven't even sat down yet?
I dump my bag and jacket at my desk, hurry back down the corridors to the lifts, and press the Up button. A moment later, one pings in front of me, and the doors open.
No. No.
This is a bad dream.
Jack Harper is standing alone in the lift, in old jeans and a brown cashmere sweater.
Before I can stop myself I take a startled step backwards. Jack Harper puts his mobile phone away, tilts his head to one side and gives me a quizzical look.
'Are you getting into the elevator?' he says mildly.
I'm stuffed. What can I say? I can't say 'No, I just pressed the button for fun, haha!'
'Yes,' I say at last and walk into the lift with stiff legs. 'Yes I am.'
The doors close, and we begin to travel upwards in silence. I've got a knot of tension in my stomach.
'Erm, Mr Harper,' I say awkwardly, and he looks up. 'I just wanted to apologize for my … for the, um, shirking episode the other day. It won't happen again.'
'You have drinkable coffee now,' says Jack Harper, raising his eyebrows. 'So you shouldn't need to go to Starbucks, at any rate.'
'I know. I'm really sorry,' I say, my face hot. 'And may I assure you, that was the very last time I will ever do such a thing.' I clear my throat. 'I am fully committed to the Panther Corporation, and I look forward to serving this company as best as I can, giving one hundred per cent, every day, now and in the future.'
I almost want to add 'Amen'.
'Really.' Jack looks at me, his mouth twitching. 'That's … great.' He thinks for a moment. 'Emma, can you keep a secret?'
'Yes,' I say apprehensively. 'What is it?'
Jack leans close and whispers, 'I used to play hookey too.'
'What?' I stare at him.
'In my first job,' he continues in his normal voice. 'I had a friend I used to hang out with. We had a code, too.' His eyes twinkle. 'One of us would ask the other to bring him the Leopold file.'
'What was the Leopold file?'
'It didn't exist.' He grins. 'It was just an excuse to get away from our desks.'
'Oh. Oh right!'
Suddenly I feel a bit better.
Jack Harper used to skive? I would have thought he was too busy being a brilliant creative dynamic genius, or whatever he is.
The lift stops at floor 3 and the doors open, but no-one gets in.
'So, your colleagues seemed a very pleasant lot,' says Jack as we start travelling up again. 'A very friendly, industrious team. Are they like that all the time?'
'Absolutely!' I say at once. 'We enjoy cooperating with one another, in an integrated, team-based … um … operational …' I'm trying to think of another long word when I make the mistake of catching his eye.
