I dolled myself up properly, red lips, and a lot of slap make me look more fuckable.
I borrowed twenty quid out of my mom’s purse and got an Uber to where he worked. This massive, great big building in London. I knew getting in would be a problem so earlier in the day I nicked a lanyard from the art department and made a fake ID. I’m an artist, yeah, so it was really good. Really believing for people if they saw it.
Then I walked through the revolving door and got to the reception desk. The bird behind it looked at me funny, like I was a tramp. She asked to see my ID, so I showed her it. Then, I thought I was properly f****d because she asked me what company I was from and what my occupation was.
I made up a name which will make you laugh, I swear down. I said I was the boss of a compan
