Crazy About Her Impossible Boss. Ally Blake

clashed all the time. Telling it like it was was their dynamic. And it worked. In fact, they fed off it. She knew if she walked away things could settle. They always did after such electric, static-fuelled dust-ups.

      But, rather than feeling invigorated, she felt twitchy, discomfited and strangely hollow.

      She turned and walked towards the door, her feet numb, her face burning.

      But when she reached the door she stopped, turned and gave Angus one last look. “One more thing,” she said.

      Angus breathed out hard. As if he was clinging to control by a fingernail. His voice was deep and tight as he said, “I think we’ve covered everything. You’re going away. HR has signed off on it. It’s done.”

      “Not about the weekend,” she managed, even while storm clouds gathered about her head, lightning flashing with the darkness. “It’s about today. When I asked if I might be given the chance to try to convince Louis to talk to Charlie about Remède’s finances…”

      She closed her eyes, shook her head and started afresh. “I get that you have the final word, that as your assistant it’s my job to grease the wheels, keep you fed and watered so that you’re able to perform at your best. But Angus?”

      She waited, squeezing a breath into her tight lungs, as it took for ever for him to respond.

      “Yes, Lucinda?”

      “I’m not your girl.”

      With that she took his dirty plates and left.