Chapter SixAt 6.30pm precisely, the phones were redirected to the answer machines and the entire staff body trooped into the staffroom.
A few of the girls were huddled close to the T.V, watching a re-run of Loose Women. Others milled about, chatting in groups, making drinks, staring wistfully out of the window. Sophie spotted Sharon from accounts bent over, with her head stuck in the fridge.
“Oh hi Sophie,” she glanced sideways at her, “fancy a slice of gateaux?”
“Go on then.”
She pulled out a silver platter, on which rested an oozing chocolate cake.
“Well doesn't this look delicious.” Sophie watched as she sliced two pieces and covered them with blobs of squirty cream, “it might help soak up the beer later.”
Sharon nudged her and winked playfully.
“It's been a while since I've been
