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the agency.”
    “No, go ahead.”
    I swiped the screen and answered the call. “Stella Wright speaking.”
    “Hello Stella. This is Martin from People For Jobs, Jobs For People.”
    “Hi Martin.”
    “Sorry to bother you on a Saturday.”
    “That’s okay.” They could bother me any time if it meant I’d get a job. “Have you found something for me?”
    “Possibly. There’s an opening at a marketing company for a personal assistant. I think it would suit you down to the ground. It’s a perfect location for your home address plus you have all the necessary skills.”
    “Great.”
    “The only thing is they’re desperate to get someone started. Interview would be on Monday morning.”
    “I can do that.” I did a thumbs up sign to Sian.
    She grinned.
    “Excellent. I’ll email you all the details, is that okay?”
    “Absolutely fine. And thank you for thinking of me.”
    “You’re welcome and good luck.”
    I clicked the phone off and dropped it into my bag. “Well that’s a result. Interview Monday. It was worth signing with that new agency this week.”
    “Absolutely.” She held up her glass. “Here’s to a successful interview, a good pay packet and a sexy new boss with a nice arse you can ogle.”
    We both laughed.
    “And after this,” Sian said, wafting her menu. “We’ll have to get you a fancy new outfit to wear for the interview.”
    “I’m sure I’ve got—”
    “Yes, I know you’ve got plenty of work outfits, just some new shoes then, and some sexy stockings.” She paused. “Perhaps a sheer, silky blouse too. You’ll get the job on looks.”
    “Hey, I like to think I have PA skills to my merit. I have been doing it for years.”
    “I know, but no harm thrashing the competition by making the most of those awesome curves and gorgeous legs of yours.”
    A warm feeling settled inside me. Sian always made me feel good, and I didn’t know what I’d do without her. We’d been friends for years and even though she had Coben, her husband, to think about, she always made time for me. Other friends I’d had ditched their single mates once they paired up and settled down, but not Sian, she was a keeper, and it seemed she thought I was too.
    But it would be nice to pair up and settle down myself. Find someone to enjoy trips to the theater with, nice meals, cuddle up with on rainy Sundays and binge watch boxed sets on TV.
    “And sexy boss or not, I need a job,” I said. “Pretty sharpish.”
    “And we need that drink.” She stretched her neck to look over my shoulder. “Ah, here it comes.”
    Two glasses of sparkling wine were placed in front of us, the fizz misting over the rim.
    “To new jobs,” Sian said, raising her glass.
    “And mysterious new men,” I added with a giggle.
     
    ****
     
    The weekend sauntered by. The weather was warm which seemed to inject laziness into me.
    I cleaned my apartment, added some small flowering plants to a tub I had on my miniscule balcony, and caught up with reading I’d been meaning to do—a lovely new romance book by one of my favorite authors.
    Monday came round and I spent longer than I’d planned straightening the seams on the new stockings I’d bought. Sian had insisted on treating me to them as a good luck present, saying they’d work just right with my black patent heels, black pencil skirt and sheer sky-blue blouse. She was, of course, right. They’d turned a smart outfit into one with just a little bit of sass, and there was no harm in that. Subtle sass I could work with.
    I added a slim silver necklace with a heart pendent that hung just above my cleavage and swept my hair into a twist on the crown of my head. I then decided to splash out on a cab rather than battling The Tube. The last thing I wanted was to arrive at the interview all hot and sweaty and with damp patches on the underarms of my top. No, I needed to give the impression of smooth efficiency, an unruffled demeanor, and someone who could pre-empt a busy person’s