"Gentle? Gentle's for losers," she laughed, making an L sign with her thumb and forefinger. "Don't stay too late, okay? Brandon will be clock-watching and you know what that means.....no fancy restaurant at the weekend." She giggled, knowing exactly what I thought about the restaurant thing.
"Maybe I'll stop here until midnight then," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Anyway, he's out with a client tonight so I'm off the leash."
I watched her bounce out of the office, all cleavage and high heels, leaving an over-zealous spritz of expensive perfume in her wake. I was sure I could still smell it when I finally left just after nine, with the security guards scowling at me as I tried to juggle my bag, laptop, numerous files and my coat on my way out. Nine was usually locking up time and having re
