CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” Annabel said when she left me three weeks after I lost my job at Liebermann Brothers.
“Well, don’t do it then.”
“It’s not that simple.” She smiled sadly. “I can’t go on like this.”
“Like what?”
“You know what I mean.”
And that was it. All of a sudden after all those years of brave faces, she’d had enough. She said she couldn’t talk to me. She said she wanted a baby. She said I left the room every time she said this.
Before I was fired, she’d wanted me to go to AA. They have these special meetings in the Square Mile for City executives. They start at 6.30am so all the City alkies – and believe me, there are plenty of them – can be back at their desks flexing their Bulgari cuff links by 8am on the dot. She begged me.
