“My God! It was Rebecca!” she whispered. “Oh s**t! Did Rebecca ever visit you in London?”
I sighed and nodded. “Yes.”
Claire pulled away from our embrace; she was clearly not happy.
“OK…OK,” she said softly. “I know I’m being silly...it’s just that…I always assumed that when you came to England you didn’t see her again. I mean…you never said as much, but…oh gosh.”
“Claire, most of this happened before you and I ever met. Rebecca’s a sales director for an American networking company. She managed to re-jig her account base so that she could look after the international accounts. They have offices in London, Paris, Frankfurt and places like that. She’s one of their most successful sales people so I guess her boss was happy to give her the job she wanted. We’d had an amazing time in the su
