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that you were fibbing, and for your information it is exactly one year, eleven months, and precisely two days since our last encounter.” He eyed his desk calendar, his face still aflame with his effort.
    “Huh! You remembered, then? I always thought that times and dates were usually a woman’s prerogative?”
    Pulling the zip of his trousers up, he nodded. “So they say, but you, Phyllipa are someone I could never forget. That is why I will always love you.” He looked at himself in a wall mirror, adjusted his tie, smoothed his unruly hair with his hand, and looked at her. “How’s that?”
    Phyllipa nodded. “All ready for the next customer, eh? And talking of customers, I’ve taken a job.” She moved her feet as he pulled the desk back to its original position.
    “Pardon?”
    “I’ve taken a job.” She repeated.
    “Good for you.” He walked to the door and unlocked it. “I’m impressed, what are you doing?”
    “S.G Packaging. We print cartons and things.”
    Clive sat down again behind his desk. “That’s Steven Grant, isn’t it? He banks with us. Do you want to see his accounts?”
    “No I don’t!” Phyllipa shouted, furious at the suggestion. “You would be breaking a trust.”
    He pushed his hand through his hair again, pulled a face and eased his crotch. “Oh, that old thing!” Walking over to his built-in bar, he rattled glasses. “Like a drink?”
    “Soda water and a slice of lemon, please.”
    “On the face of it, S.G, is a well-run company.” He went on. “It’s what we bankers call “dependable” it has an overdraught situation, but then, who hasn’t. We consider it has great potential.”
    “Look that’s private, Clive. You shouldn’t be telling me. I don’t want to know all that.”
    “I wish we had a few more Steven Grant’s on our books.” He continued , completely ignoring her plea for confidentiality. Placing the drink in front of her he sat down again, sipping his glass of white wine. “What do you think of him?” he suddenly asked.
    “Who?”
    “Steven Grant.”
    “I just work for him, Clive.” She answered, not wishing to discuss her boss with his bank manager. “That’s all.”
    “What did your father say?”
    “About what?”
    “About you working?”
    Phyllipa shrugged. “He accepted it.”
    “It will surprise me if he has.” Clive sipped his drink “Still, never mind. Now then, I don’t suppose you would consider marrying me, would you?”
    “Crickey, Clive! The times you and I have been through this charade are legend!”
    He grinned. “Just checking, that’s all.”
    “Well, check off!” she shouted, i ndignantly. “And, no Ms Phyllipa regrets that she will never ever marry Clive Braseby.”
    He laughed. “That’s what I thought you would say.”
    “I always do.” she insisted, “So you are wasting your time asking.”
    “So, returning to our little problem again, we must get our respective fathers to accept the fact that we will not be joining one another in holy matrimony. Right?”
    “Right!”
    “Mind you….” He went on “I do have plans of my own with a certain lady.”
    His visitor looked at him, quizzically. “Re ally, . I’m pleased for you. Do I know her?”
    “I really don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But, I wouldn’t have thought so, although she does work somewhere in the city. But, she won’t tell me where.”
    “And I can see you are not going to tell me her name.” Phyllipa hazarded. “Am I right?”
    “Dea d right” he pulled a wry face. “It’s still very much of a secret. I don’t want my family to know at the moment.”
    “Is it serious?”
    “ Apart from you, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
    She nodded knowingly. Clive was a warm generous guy, genial to the extreme, but she knew he was no match for her father, who would probably go crazy when his marital intentions became known. “ Clive. I need a favour.”
    Sipping the last of his wine, he grinned.