Chapter Two
PACKING DOESN’T TAKE long. My personal possessions amount to a photo of my cat, a rather straggly spider plant, a cup suggesting I should Keep Calm and Eat Cupcakes and a few Earl Grey teabags. I place the items in a cardboard box which previously held printer paper and I balance my handbag on top. My jacket is slung over my arm as I head for the door.
“Bye, and good luck,” my closest work colleague, Janet, calls from behind her monitor, though she doesn’t get up to see me out. We weren’t friends, exactly, but she was always pleasant enough. The rest of my team are just embarrassed. Word of my summary dismissal has spread, apparently, and now no one even seems to want to talk to me. It’s as though they fear whatever I did to fall foul of Miss Pritchard and the partners might
