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left the room.
    ‘Shit.’ He laughed, stood up and followed behind her. ‘Can we do it again sometime? I’ll double it?’
    ‘I’ll think about it?’
    ‘Could I get your number?’
    ‘No, I’ll find you at the bar, if I want to.’ She headed for the door and walked out.
    ‘Bitch!’ He said under his breath, sat down beside the table with the cocaine and snorted a few lines.
    He leaned back, in a world of his own. He felt satisfied, on top of the world. Nothing and no one could defeat him. He took a peek at the time. He’d stay another hour, and then head home. He didn’t want to spend the night in the hotel anyway. It had only been booked for sex!
    ****
    ‘So are you doing okay?’ Mel asked after they’d found a suitable place to have drinks.
    ‘I’m doing great, busy as usual.’
    ‘Yes you always are. Congrats on the big project.’
    ‘Thank you, we’ve still got to finalise a few things, and then we’re in. It’s surreal.’
    ‘Well you deserve it. You’ve worked really hard.’
    ‘Yes, well, I think that’s messing with my brain a bit.’
    ‘Still having trouble at home?’
    ‘Gosh Mel, I don’t know. I had to get rid of the last cleaning staff. I thought they were the problem.’
    ‘Weren’t they?’
    ‘Well, it stopped for a while, but then I noticed subtle changes again.’
    ‘Like what?’
    ‘My toothbrush was on the right again instead of the left. One of my coffee tables had been placed in a totally different place. It felt like some of my cutlery had been rearranged too. I think I’m losing it.’
    ‘You’re not losing it. You could be tired and not noticing these things, or your new cleaners haven’t realised that when you ask for things not to be moved, you’re serious.’
    She laughed at the latter. ‘Yes, well I am a perfectionist.’
    ‘I think that’s your problem. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself to be perfect. Does it really matter if your toothbrush is on the right hand side?’
    ‘Yes. It irritates me if it’s not. The thing is, I know where I put it the night before.’
    ‘Are you certain?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Okay. There has to be an explanation to all this weirdness.’
    ‘I hope so because it’s stressing me out.’
    ‘Perhaps I can spend a weekend and observe. You might sleep walk. I could just be a second pair of eyes.’
    ‘That would be great. Very helpful in fact.’
    ‘Great, how about next weekend? Any good?’
    ‘Should be okay.’
    ‘Check your calendar.’
    ‘Yes okay.’ She laughed and searched for her mobile in her bag. She checked the calendar. ‘It looks free.’
    ‘Then put me down now! I’m surprised there’s room on your calendar.’
    ‘Yeah, me too, I was sure I was booked up for the month.’
    ‘Hmmm.’
    ‘You see. Losing it.’
    ‘Get some rest.’
    She nodded. ‘Anyway, enough about me, how are you doing?’
    ‘I’m great. You know me, I have a pretty predictable life.’
    ‘But you love it. I see how happy you are. Especially teaching those children.’
    ‘Yes I do love it. I guess I’ll never get to fly in private jets or have fancy holidays. And I’ll probably work until I’m seventy or eighty before I get my pension.’
    ‘Oh, but you will be happy.’
    ‘Yes, that’s true. I’d just love to meet someone to share that happiness with.’
    ‘You will, in time.’
    ‘It’s easy for you to say. Look at you; you have men eating out of the palm of your hand.’
    ‘Oh please, it’s not as great as you think. You’re beautiful too, and you’ll find the person who is perfect for you, not a swarm of horny men trying to get lucky.’
    ‘That’s not Jacob though.’
    ‘Sometimes I feel as though he’s only with me for my looks.’
    ‘You don’t believe that.’
    ‘Sometimes I do.’
    ‘I don’t think he is.’
    ‘I still have my doubts, but let’s not talk about me again. Are you looking forward to Christmas?’
    ‘Yes, it’s the usual, home with my parents and Jamie. Are you