"BLOODY HELL! WHY WON'T YOU AGREE TO THE HOUSING BENEFITS?" Cameron literally roared. It was lucky that the phone wasn’t on loud-speaker, because then Mr. Sandalwood would have heard and the penny would have really dropped.
"I thought I was supposed to tell Adam whether I agree or not." Sophie shrugged even though Cameron wouldn’t be able to see her doing this.
"As Adam doesn't even happen to know you, I don't think that will be necessary. Now, you can tell me."
"I agree."
"FINALLY! Thank you." Cameron grinned and was about to dial off but couldn’t because Sophie was going to first.
"Bye." She pressed the red phone button abruptly.
"We didn't manage to catch what Adam said on the other end. What did he say?" asked Mr. Sandalwood.
"Oh, when I said I agree , he just couldn't stop telling me how over-the-moon he was," Sophie replied.
"Oh, that's fantastic!" Bessie cried.
"This calls for a party," Mr. Sandalwood announced.
Chapter Eight
Mr. Sandalwood’s work party
Bessie went down to the jukebox. She turned the music up to full blast. She put on the full top forty chart: Timber by Pitbull featuring Kesha, Happy by Pharell Williams, Hey Brother by Avicii and many, many more songs.
The caterer quickly put snacks on the table because he didn't have time to make a proper meal.
The snacks were crackers and cheese, pineapple juice, orange juice from concentrate, chocolate bars, big bags of Cofresh chilli crisps, mini bags of Walkers crisps, rainbow sweets, leftover jelly babies, and loads more snacks.
Mr. Sandalwood removed the fake but gorgeous crown from Christie's head and placed it on Sophie’s. Christie gave Sophie an icy glare but daren't say anything.
Sophie got to sit down on the biggest, comfiest, squashy chair.
Mr. Sandalwood fed her snacks as if she was a Queen. Sophie loved the attention she was getting, even though she had lied to get the party.
Then Bessie lifted her up from the chair and started dancing with her. Sophie couldn't dance to save her life, but dancing with Bessie was making it easier for her as her feet and legs and arms moved swiftly around the room.
"You won't forget us, will you, Sophie?" Mr. Sandalwood asked, as if he was about to cry. His voice was breaking.
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