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there she’s gonna be working more hours so I’ll see her even less’ he sadly expressed.
     
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
     
    A part my mum and dad, we all admired Renesh and Shilpa’s marriage.
     
    The ir marriage was one we all wanted and Renesh knew how hard it would be to end .
    I continued to listen to his concerns but felt there was something missing from this story so I continued to investigate . ‘ S o haven’t you spoken to her about how you feel and what has she said?’ H e finished chewing a piece of his braised lamb leg and continued, ‘we have spoken about it. That’s all we do is talk! You know we haven’t had sex for a month because she’s always too tired when she gets home but yet she wants a baby! I don’t know how she expects that to happen? Maybe she’ll hijack my sperm at night and ask one of her doctor friends to inseminate her with it at work on one of her lunch breaks . ’
     
    We both looked at each and fell into a fit of laughter.
     
    ‘Ok, Renesh. All you need is to get laid! Why don’t you have a romantic night? Get the candles and massage oil out, get Barry White playing and get your groove on?’ I chuckled whilst tucking into my sirloin steak. ‘I’ll give it a try but I tried that last week and she took a long bath without me, turned on her TV show, put the roller’s in her hair and called it a night , ’ he sulkily muttered . ‘ Y ou just need to try harder then, don’t you?’ I replied.
     
    As he nodded, the waiter came over with dessert menus and I chose the chocolate torte , with Renesh opting for the white chocolate roulade ; he continued the conversation with a focus on me this time . ‘ A nyway , enough about my marriage, how’s your love life going? Any potential husbands at the new workplace, eh?’
     
    ‘Oh why are people always talking about love lives? Can’t they just let me be?’ I screamed in my head as I tried to divert him away from that topic . ‘ O h , no real talent there . ’
     
    Renesh laughed and we continued the conversation on more settled ground, Sunday dinner and what mum would be announcing this week (last week it was her holiday idea to Majorca, however dad was having none of it, saying, ‘I will not go to that Brit packed island to be served cheap tasting beer and only having English breakfast for breakfast, lunch and dinner . ’ H is stereotyping does amus e me at times but mum usually ignores his protests and goes ahead with her plans regardless and dad always has to give in. It’s very cute and very funny).
     
    I get back to the offic e half an hour late and with a lovely filled stomach feeling; I check my telephone messages and emails before I settle back into the humdrum tasks Ann has piled on my desk in my absence.    
     
    As if she has a tracker on me , which tells her when I’m sat back at my desk, she comes up behind me, ‘I trust you’ve had a relaxing lunch? Well forget doing th ose tasks at the moment, Mr . Maguire has asked us to join him in a meeting with the managers from Advertising, Sales and M arketing and Research to go through a new client profile s . I think it should only be for half an hour. He will just be telling us who the new client is? What the plan of action is for the month? And how much money they will be letting us invest? Make sure you have a note pad and pen please , ’ she announced and without a response she walked off.
     
    ‘I’m sorry, what was the last department she said? Oh bloody hell, she said Research, didn’t she? Shit , shit, shit. Ok stay calm Nita . You can do this! Just cos Sarah will be in there, it doesn’t have to be awkward, does it? Just stay professional! Explain that you have been very busy and have been meaning to respond to her messages but haven’t found the time. That’s a good excuse, right? ’ I thought as I started panicking and the sweaty palms made an unwelcome reappearance. 
     
    ‘Ok, Mr . Maguire would like us to be the first