Twenties Girl
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I stare at him, speechless. Natalie was fired? She was fired ?
She told me she’d decided to quit Price Bedford because she was undervalued and she could make far more money working for herself.
“Is she here tonight?” He’s looking around the room. “Will I meet her?”
“No.” I eventually manage to find my voice. “She’s… not around at the moment.”
I can’t tell him she’s left me in the lurch to run the company all by myself. I can’t admit that it’s even worse than he thinks. Blood is ebbing in and out of my face as I try to process all this.
She never told me she’d been fired. Never. I can still remember her first pitching the idea of our company to me, over champagne at some fancy bar. She told me everyone in the industry was dying to set up with her, but she wanted to link up with someone she really trusted. An old friend. Someone she could have fun with. She painted such an amazing picture and dropped so many big names, I was bowled over. I quit my job the next week and took out all my savings. I’m such a gullible … idiot . I feel tears trembling on the brink of my lashes and quickly take a gulp of champagne.
“Lara?” Sadie’s shrill voice comes in my ear. “Lara, come quick! I need to talk to you.”
I really don’t feel like talking to Sadie. But nor can I keep sitting here with Ed looking at me with so much concern. I think he’s guessed this is all a total shock to me.
“I’ll be back in a second!” I say overbrightly, and push my chair back. I head across the crowded room, trying to ignore Sadie, who’s pursuing me, jabbering in my ear.
“I’m very sorry,” she’s saying. “I thought about it and you’re right, I was selfish and thoughtless. So I decided to help you, and I have! I’ve found you a candidate! A wonderful, perfect candidate!” Her words interrupt my painful, circular thought pattern.
“What?” I turn. “What did you say?”
“You may think I’m not interested in your work, but I am,” she announces. “You need a trophy, and I’ve found you one. Aren’t I clever?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been listening in on everyone’s conversations!” she says proudly. “I was starting to think it was hopeless, but then I heard a woman called Clare whispering to her friend in a corner. She’s not happy. It’s the power games, you know.” Sadie opens her eyes at me impressively. “Things are getting so bad at her place, she’s thinking of quitting.”
“Right. So the point is-”
“She’s a head of marketing, of course!” Sadie says triumphantly. “It was on her badge. I knew that’s what you wanted, a head of marketing. She won an award last month, you know. But her new ‘chief exec’ didn’t even congratulate her. He’s a total pig,” she adds confidingly. “That’s why she wants to leave.”
I swallow several times, trying to stay calm. A marketing head who wants to move jobs. An award-winning marketing head who wants to move jobs. Oh God. I would die and go to heaven.
“Sadie… is this for real?”
“Of course! She’s over there!” Sadie gestures at the other side of the room.
“Is she into sports? Exercise?”
“Brawny calves,” says Sadie. “I noticed them at once.”
I hurry to a nearby board and look through the list of guests. Clare… Clare…
“Clare Fortescue, marketing director of Shepherd Homes?” I feel a jab of excitement. “She was on my new long list! I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn’t get through!”
“Well, she’s here! Come on, I’ll show her to you!”
My heart is thumping as I cross the crowded room, searching all the faces for someone looking like a Clare.
“There!” Sadie is pointing at a woman with glasses in a royal blue dress. She has cropped dark hair, a mole on her nose, and is on the short side. I probably wouldn’t even have spotted her if Sadie hadn’t pointed her out to me.
“Hi!” I walk up to her and take a deep breath. “Clare Fortescue?”
“Yes?” she says briskly.
“May I have a quick word?”
“Well… OK.” Looking a bit puzzled, Clare Fortescue allows me to draw her away from the group she’s in.
“Hi.” I give her a nervous smile. “My name’s Lara, and I’m a recruitment consultant. I’ve been meaning to make contact with you. Your reputation has spread, you know.”
“Really?” She looks suspicious.
She told me she’d decided to quit Price Bedford because she was undervalued and she could make far more money working for herself.
“Is she here tonight?” He’s looking around the room. “Will I meet her?”
“No.” I eventually manage to find my voice. “She’s… not around at the moment.”
I can’t tell him she’s left me in the lurch to run the company all by myself. I can’t admit that it’s even worse than he thinks. Blood is ebbing in and out of my face as I try to process all this.
She never told me she’d been fired. Never. I can still remember her first pitching the idea of our company to me, over champagne at some fancy bar. She told me everyone in the industry was dying to set up with her, but she wanted to link up with someone she really trusted. An old friend. Someone she could have fun with. She painted such an amazing picture and dropped so many big names, I was bowled over. I quit my job the next week and took out all my savings. I’m such a gullible … idiot . I feel tears trembling on the brink of my lashes and quickly take a gulp of champagne.
“Lara?” Sadie’s shrill voice comes in my ear. “Lara, come quick! I need to talk to you.”
I really don’t feel like talking to Sadie. But nor can I keep sitting here with Ed looking at me with so much concern. I think he’s guessed this is all a total shock to me.
“I’ll be back in a second!” I say overbrightly, and push my chair back. I head across the crowded room, trying to ignore Sadie, who’s pursuing me, jabbering in my ear.
“I’m very sorry,” she’s saying. “I thought about it and you’re right, I was selfish and thoughtless. So I decided to help you, and I have! I’ve found you a candidate! A wonderful, perfect candidate!” Her words interrupt my painful, circular thought pattern.
“What?” I turn. “What did you say?”
“You may think I’m not interested in your work, but I am,” she announces. “You need a trophy, and I’ve found you one. Aren’t I clever?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been listening in on everyone’s conversations!” she says proudly. “I was starting to think it was hopeless, but then I heard a woman called Clare whispering to her friend in a corner. She’s not happy. It’s the power games, you know.” Sadie opens her eyes at me impressively. “Things are getting so bad at her place, she’s thinking of quitting.”
“Right. So the point is-”
“She’s a head of marketing, of course!” Sadie says triumphantly. “It was on her badge. I knew that’s what you wanted, a head of marketing. She won an award last month, you know. But her new ‘chief exec’ didn’t even congratulate her. He’s a total pig,” she adds confidingly. “That’s why she wants to leave.”
I swallow several times, trying to stay calm. A marketing head who wants to move jobs. An award-winning marketing head who wants to move jobs. Oh God. I would die and go to heaven.
“Sadie… is this for real?”
“Of course! She’s over there!” Sadie gestures at the other side of the room.
“Is she into sports? Exercise?”
“Brawny calves,” says Sadie. “I noticed them at once.”
I hurry to a nearby board and look through the list of guests. Clare… Clare…
“Clare Fortescue, marketing director of Shepherd Homes?” I feel a jab of excitement. “She was on my new long list! I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn’t get through!”
“Well, she’s here! Come on, I’ll show her to you!”
My heart is thumping as I cross the crowded room, searching all the faces for someone looking like a Clare.
“There!” Sadie is pointing at a woman with glasses in a royal blue dress. She has cropped dark hair, a mole on her nose, and is on the short side. I probably wouldn’t even have spotted her if Sadie hadn’t pointed her out to me.
“Hi!” I walk up to her and take a deep breath. “Clare Fortescue?”
“Yes?” she says briskly.
“May I have a quick word?”
“Well… OK.” Looking a bit puzzled, Clare Fortescue allows me to draw her away from the group she’s in.
“Hi.” I give her a nervous smile. “My name’s Lara, and I’m a recruitment consultant. I’ve been meaning to make contact with you. Your reputation has spread, you know.”
“Really?” She looks suspicious.
