There was a ringing in his ears. It stopped. He turned over
pulling the duvet over his head.
The ringing started again. He reached a sleepy
arm out from under the covers to retrieve his phone but it had stopped ringing
again by the time he had pulled it towards him.
He touched the screen. It lit up brighter than the sun. He
blinked. Melanie’s name filled the screen.
She rang again.
“Yes”
“Rise and shine sleepy head – we need to get the photos out
there for our promotion.”
“Melanie, it’s Sunday morning, it was a late night, can it
not wait until tomorrow.”
“No it can’t. So haul your lazy arse out of bed.” When she
swore like that he imagined she had a secret pleasure of watching trashy
American cop shows although with her accent the r in “arse” was always very well
defined. “We have work to do. Summer Brooke is our only account and Edgar can’t
pay all our bills forever, especially now you’ve ditched Celia and all her
worldly worth. Your new squeeze might have looked a million dollars in that
dress but trust me, all that glitters is not gold! You have half an hour and
bring coffee!”
The call ended abruptly.
Sebastian stretched out remembering lazy Sunday mornings of
the past spent with Celia when they didn’t get dressed until long after noon
then whizzed off in her Porsche to either set of parents for lunch.
He sighed, finally moving his “arse” along with the rest of
his body into the shower.
He tried to shake thoughts of his ex from his head and down
the plug hole.
Melanie was probably even more upset than he was about the
break up. Although in her case she was in mourning over the loss of Celia’s
trust fund which had always been seen as the reserve capital for their fledgling
company.
The Italian coffee shop where he first met Alice didn’t open
on a Sunday so instead he brought generic coffee from a chain that he knew
Melanie detested. It was the price for working on a Sunday he would tell her.
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