there as a witness to someone else’s calamities. She’s caught me online and on the phone to Glinda far too much recently. But inspiration hits me as I rack my brain to stop the executioner’s axe from falling. There is one person Susie hates in the New News building more than me.
‘So I don’t have to speak to Tiggy,’ I say , trying to keep the smugness out of my voice – smugness because of my genius, not because of Tiggy’s engagement.
Susie’s face instantly darkens. She hates Tiggy.
Back when we first joined New News , Tiggy made a pass at Susie’s husband at a mandatory staff party. Tiggy can cause the most dedicated married man to momentarily lose his mind in her presence. It was at the exact moment that Rohan – Susie’s husband – lost his marbles that Susie happened to walk by. Unfortunately flirting with someone else’s husband isn’t a sackable offence, but Susie has tried to get her booted out ever since.
Of course, being the helpful person that I am, I’ve filled Susie in on Tiggy’s past despicable antics. Since then we’ve been the President and Vice President of the “We Hate Tiggy Boodles Fan Club”. Glinda is our secretary.
‘Why?’ Susie asks in a more pleasant tone.
I can tell she is hoping that this is work-related – anything to help Susie build up her case against Tiggy to get her unceremoniously removed from the family.
‘She’s engaged.’
Oh, thank goodness I went on Facebook this morning and discovered this gem. I would not fancy my chances at my appraisal next week if I have the crime of a silenced phone on my record. I know first-hand how close Susie has come to getting Tiggy out – it was only Tiggy’s stupid stepfather’s last minute intervention that saved her. I doubt anyone would save me.
Susie looks at me , and I mean she really looks at me. I feel a sheen of sweat begin to trickle down my forehead. Her hand is rising upwards. Is this to drag me by the hair to HR? Am I finally going to be marched up to the formidable floor of HR minions, who somehow managed to get the highest commercial floor available in the Gherkin, putting us lowly columnists several floors below. It’s almost worth getting sent up there for the view. Wait, she’s patting me on the shoulder.
‘Take the afternoon off, Geli,’ she says softly, leaving me and Jerry in shock as she walks away, muttering to herself.
Thank goodness she understands the injustice of Tiggy Boodles’ engagement. Secretly, I’m now quite pleased she’s engaged. Not only has her engagement landed me the afternoon off, it has scored me extra brownie points with Susie who will now excuse my behaviour all the way up until the point Tiggy Boodles walks down the aisle.
I admit , I am ever-so-slightly grateful that this Calvin Murphy-Lee has done me a huge favour by agreeing to marry Tiggy, even if he is an idiotic man for doing so... not to mention an idiotic man I have a tiny crush on. Although, you can never tell with photos. Meeting people in the flesh can often cause a crush to fly right out of the window…
N ot that I need to be crushing on Calvin. Theo has dispelled my flighty feeling of fancy by asking me out, plus I now have all afternoon to prepare for tonight. Brilliant.
My brain races forward with the possibilities. M aybe Theo will be my date for the wedding. No! Maybe we’ll be engaged by then – that would sicken Tiggy. She’s had her evil eye on him ever since she started here. Luckily, for the sake of my sanity, he’s one of the few men impervious to her charms and has always managed to avoid her. If that’s not proof that he is much more than a mere mortal man, I don’t know what is!
Anyway, thank you Tiggy Boodles! I’ll swing by the Candygurl PR offices to surprise Glinda, but I should leave Theo a note telling him to phone me to arrange tonight. Oh, and I should see why Jerry has been a mean giggler all morning. Where has the morning gone?
Note first, Jerry second.
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