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contain my anger.
    Kyan draws himself up to his full height. He’s well over six foot and he towers over me even in my heels.
    “Now, listen here you—“
    DING! We freeze as the door opens to reveal a middle-aged woman who seems to be a cleaner. She hesitates for a moment when she sees us, both of us red-faced with anger and stinking of alcohol from last night, but eventually steps in. She’s going to the first floor so she’ll be keeping us company the rest of the way.
    It seemed like Kyan was about to lose his cool. It’s the first time I’ve seen him be anything but the calm, charming billionaire who breezes around without a care in the world. It’s good to know there’s some fire inside that placid exterior and it’s even better to know that I can get to him.
    We spend the rest of the elevator ride turned away from each other in silence. After what feels like an eternity, the doors finally open and the elevator’s only other passenger steps out in the grand lobby.
    “Look,” says Kyan before I get a chance to walk out, “I suggest we pretend last night never happened and try to get along. What do you think?”
    “Fine by me.”             
    “I’ll see you at 9am tomorrow. My secretary will email you the details.”
     
    ****
     
    When I get back to the apartment I make straight for my bed, desperate to pull the covers around me and forget the whole stupid thing with Kyan.
    Kelly is watching TV in the living room and I can’t sneak past her.
    “Back already? Are you playing hooky?”
    “Greene said I could take the rest of the day off. Yes, I look so awful he didn’t want me hanging around the office.”
    “Well, at least you didn’t throw up on yourself.”
    “It was a close one when I had to talk to Kyan but I managed to resist,” I say slumping down on the sofa next to Kelly.
    Our apartment is pretty small. Just two little bedrooms, a kitchen/diner/living room, and a bathroom. Can you even call it bathroom if it only has a shower and no bath?
    I notice that Kelly has a bowl of chips in front of her so I grab a handful and start hungrily shoving them into my mouth. I’m craving carbs but at least my appetite has returned.
    “So did you take the job?”
    “What choice did I have? Pretty sure I burned all my bridges at Greene Earth by showing up late and stinking of booze on my second day. That’s assuming they wouldn’t have fired me anyway for screwing up the deal.”
    “You could have told them both to shove it and come and worked with me at the bar. You know there’s an opening for you there.”
    I know Kelly loves her job at The Cellar but I don’t think working in a bar is for me. Having to put up with getting hit on by every sleazy guy in the place so you can get more tips, always working late at night. OK, maybe it’s not so different from being a woman in finance after all, but I know that if I give up now I’ll never be able to make a real difference. I know there’s more that I can do, that I can have an impact on the world even if it’s in some minor way.
    “No thanks. I don’t think bar work is for me.”
    “OK. Just see how you feel after a few weeks with Kyan. Maybe we can swap?”
    I laugh and reflect on the fact that she might just be right.
    “Why work for either of them?” asks Kelly.
    She has a point. I could just run away from it, do something else. There’s only one problem.
    “They can really screw me over if I do that.”
    “How?”
    “These are two of the biggest players in the industry. If I mess them about I could end up blacklisted from all the major investment companies and then my degree is just a worthless piece of paper. All the blood, sweat, tears and debt would have been for nothing.”
    “Yeah. That would suck. Still, on the plus side, we could sit around here all day in our jammies watching Netflix.”
    “You always know how to make me see the bright side of things.”
    “I know, that’s what I’m here for. Pizza