Chapter 7Ok, so over the weekend things took a funny turn. Not with dickhead, sorry, Tom. With Greg. He sent me a text at 10.37pm on Saturday night. Surely, it's not normal for a boss to text an employee on the evening of a weekend? Let me tell you the details. The text read, 'Hey Roberts, how's your Saturday evening going? I've had a boozy one and the night is still going strong. Anyway, I've been told that two people from our office need to go to a corporate summer ball and so I choose you! I'll tell you the details on Monday. G x'
Tell me that there isn't something odd about that text? Ok never mind odd, that was far more relaxed than the sort of text I would expect from my boss. But I liked it. Luckily, Tom didn't see. He did ask who was texting me at that time of night and naturally,
