Still, there was the encounter with the shoeshiner – her new friend Nick – which had been difficult but ultimately successful. She would send him a text message later to cement their new-found business partnership.
The receptionist, a slightly dim-witted girl called Colette, greeted her with her customary bored indifference as Kay swung open the doors at Palmerston PR. “Afternoon Colette!” Kay called with deliberately over-egged enthusiasm as she breezed past, drawing a non-committal grunt from the girl. Yeah, I know how you feel, Kay sighed to herself, climbing the few steps to the office doors.
Before she even got there though, she could hear loud voices from inside. A man and a woman were shouting at each other. She had thought that her spirit was already at rock bottom, but it now sa
