Getting him Back Read Online Free PDF

her handbag. ‘I’ll leave
everything in your capable hands then. See you soon.’ And with that
she was gone, leaving me to sit behind her desk. It felt weird, yet
it was giving me a taste of what life could be like if I stopped
being scared of responsibility and actually got my act
together.
    I spun around
in her chair and was amazed at the view from her window. Down below
I could see people going about their daily business. An aeroplane
flew past and I could almost see the passengers inside it. It was a
great view. I was surprised she got any work done at all there were
so many distractions outside. I was interrupted by a knock on the
door.
    ‘Come in,’ I
said, in my best Mia Cowell voice.
    It was Steve.
‘I’ve got your new PA here, Terri,’ he said.
    A small girl
who looked like she should still be in school stood before me.
    ‘And you are?’
I asked, suddenly aware of how a small glimpse of power had turned
me into a monster.
    She visibly
quivered before me. ‘It’s Danielle,’ she said.
    ‘Nice to meet
you, Danielle. Why don’t you take a seat outside and I’ll be out in
a second to show you around.’
    She smiled.
‘Thanks.’
    She
closed the door behind her. I took several deep breaths. I would
not let power go to my head. I wouldn’t become like Mia. I wanted
Danielle to feel happy in her work; there was no need to be a
bitch. From now on, this department was going to be a bitch-free
zone.
    After I’d
spent the morning training Danielle I went back into Mia’s office
to eat my lunch. I invited Doreen to join me but she had errands to
run. I hoped she really did and it wasn’t just an excuse to avoid
me now that I was a boss. I tucked into my tuna and mayo sandwich
as I logged onto Facebook. I was the boss now so surely this was a
perk! Mark’s page hadn’t changed much. I noticed some more messages
from Monica. One of them said how much she’d missed Mark on
Saturday and how she’d spent the night hoping he’d come to see her.
What a joke! She was probably praying he wouldn’t. Who knows what
she and Travolta got up to that night? Well, freckly Mark probably
does. I’d get to find out tonight as I was meeting him again. I was
quite looking forward to it. Last night was for getting to know
each other, but tonight was about getting to know Monica. I needed
ammunition. If I could get proof that she was a total cow then
maybe my Mark would realize the mistake he’d made, dumping me and we’d have our dream
wedding after all.
     

Chapter Eight
Twenty
questions
     
    Freckly Mark
looked quite smart when he picked me up. He was wearing a grey suit
and a spotted tie. ‘Hi,’ he said opening the passenger door of his
Peugeot. ‘Sorry I’m late; I’ve just got out of work. They sent me
on a job, interviewing a woman about her stolen dog.’
    ‘That sounds,
interesting,’ I replied as I stepped into the car and started to
adjust the seat.
    ‘Yeah it was.
Les was off sick and so I got to do his job. I hope he stays off
all week.’
    I laughed. ‘My
boss is off too. I’m doing her job while she’s away!’
    ‘ Wow!
Freaky!’ he said, starting the engine and revving it up so it
screeched as he pulled away from my house. I’m sure I saw my mum
poke her head around the curtains. She would think he was a right
boy-racer!
    ‘So where are
you taking me tonight then?’ I asked.
    ‘I thought we’d
go to this nice restaurant we use for work sometimes. They do a
nice Chinese if you’re interested.’
    ‘I love
Chinese.’
    ‘Great. Me
too.’
    The journey
only seemed to take five minutes. He parked his car in the
restaurant car park and we made our way to a table in a corner. It
was nicely decorated; much like your usual traditional Chinese
restaurant. There was a tank with some goldfish in it, right next
to our seats. They were also playing traditional Chinese music over
the speakers. There weren’t many other people eating and so we were
served our food quite quickly.
    I started