Chapter Eight
Monday, 8th
Caroline arrived early at work, her head full of pieces of pre-planned conversations and scenarios for her showdown with Ben. Her wardrobe selection was carefully asexual. She had cleared her schedule of meetings for the morning and now sat at her desk surrounded by papers spread out like a protective circle at a satanic ritual.
Soon the moment she had been dreading arrived. Ben sauntered into her office and ignoring her paper barrier sat on the corner of the desk.
“Hello hot stuff. Wild weekend?” said Ben.
Caroline glanced up and forced herself to smile.
“Hello Ben. Nice to see you. I’m a bit swamped at the minute. Can we catch up later? Oh, and I think it would be better if you called me Caroline.”
She had fired the opening shot. It was clear although not
