‘Oh, Rod will be hearing from me, don’t worry about that.’ She turned and started pacing behind her desk, one hand going to her temple as though there was a headache developing there. ‘What was that performance out there?’
‘Street theatre?’ he replied glibly. Carly didn’t smile.
‘Do you realise we had new people out there? Not to mention what you did to poor Brian Hebdon; he’s probably going to file a harassment claim and frankly I can’t see why he shouldn’t. I repeat; what were you thinking?’
‘Are those glasses real?’
‘What?’ She stopped pacing to glare at him, but he could sense she was suddenly off balance, just as Tammy had been earlier this morning.
‘Your glasses. Are they real or just plain glass?’
‘I don’t understand what you—’
‘Actually, I’d settle for who you are. Who are y
