Secretary by Day, Mistress by Night. Maggie Cox

this bombshell, twin feelings of surprise and apprehension flooded her.

      ‘Is that so shocking?’ Directing the MG into a long line of traffic heading towards Greenwich, Blaise smiled.

      ‘Not shocking, exactly…but I am surprised, yes.’

      ‘And are you pleased or not pleased about it? Maybe you’re seeing someone already?’ he fished.

      It had been two years since Maya had been in a relationship. A relationship in which her trust in someone had been utterly violated. The memory was still liable to churn her guts from time to time whenever she thought about it.

      ‘I’m not seeing anyone else. But then I’m not really interested in dating at the moment. Particularly as I’ve probably just talked myself out of a job! There’s no guarantee that my agency will have another position for me straight away, and I might have to look round other places as well.’

      ‘Do you enjoy working for Faraday?’ Blaise’s voice was definitely disgruntled.

      ‘Not for him personally…but I have enjoyed working with my fellow colleagues and the job itself.’

      ‘Well, then, let’s not jump the gun here, shall we?’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘There hasn’t been any mention of you being let go yet, has there?’

      ‘No, but—’

      ‘Then why don’t you cross that bridge when you come to it? Right now it’s all hypothetical. If you really want to keep your job then I’ll have a word with Faraday myself and tell him it was me that made you leave early. There shouldn’t be a problem. Although why you would want to work anywhere near the man is beyond me!’

      ‘It’s kind of you, but you don’t need to talk to him on my behalf. Besides…’ Maya shrugged awkwardly. ‘I left him a note telling him that I couldn’t work for him any longer after what happened, and if I take back what I said to try and ameliorate the situation then no doubt he’ll endeavour to make my life as miserable as possible as a punishment. No…it’s probably for the best that I leave. I wasn’t exactly ecstatic at being asked to work for a PR agency anyway.’

      ‘Why was that?’

      ‘I’m just not mad about celebrity culture, I suppose.’

      ‘Can’t say I blame you.’ Blaise grimaced a little. ‘But if you’re going to be free for a while then you’ll have time to make a date with me to go out to dinner…right?’