“No.” I stare at him, then splutter with laughter.
A man in front turns around with a frown, and as if in synch, nathaniel and I back away a few more paces, till we're right in the shadows.
“You shouldn't be hiding away,” I say. “This is your moment. Your loft.” “Yeah, well,” he says dryly.
“I'll let Eric take the glory. He's welcome to it.” For a few moments we watch Eric onscreen in a hard hat, striding over a building site.
“You make no sense,” I say quietly. “If you think lofts are for rich wankers, why do you design them?” “That's a good question.” nathaniel takes a gulp of his drink. “Truth is, I should move on. But I like Eric. He believed in me, he gave me my first chance, he runs a great company....”
“You like Eric?” I shake my head in disbelief. “Of course you do. That's
