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market value. By next week it will be worth less, so that’s a good offer.” He tilts his head, a small smile on his face.
    “He still might not take it.” He says leaning forward.
    “He would be stupid not to, a fact that I would be happy to inform him of.” I lean forward slightly, gravitating toward him. “In fact, I’m sure I can dig up some leverage.”
    Mr Simmons laughs and I jump. I’d almost forgotten he was there. “I told you she was good.”
    James touches his index finger to his clean shaven chin and pauses. After a few moments he speaks. “Okay. Make the offer for full buyout. I want everything, the factories, distribution centres, the lot.”
    I smile. “Of course. I’ll make an offer and deliver it within the next week.”
    “Will you be delivering in person?” He asks with a smirk.
    “Of course.” I smile again.
    “Well, that ought to sweeten the deal for the old boy.” His eyes drop to my chest briefly. He hands me a card. “Here’s my number. Call me should you need…anything.” He winks before turning away from me to shake Simmons hand. I’m starting to think that perhaps I’m not here for my superior knowledge of the law. Whatever the reasons for this promotion, I can’t deny that it’s great to finally get my teeth into something of my own. Although a fifty million dollar deal as my first case…no pressure. Fuck.
     
    I’m just getting ready to leave when there’s a tap on my office door.
    “Come in.” I shout.
    A man steps into the office holding what looks like a cellophane wrapped bottle. “Delivery for Miss Lilly Parker.” He says.
    I sign for it and he leaves. I smile, I’m betting Molly sent it. She likes to make her grand gestures. There’s a note tied to the neck of the bottle. I read it.
    Sugar,
    Congratulations on your new job. Nobody is more deserving.
    Love always.
    Theo. X
    My chest tightens as my heart throbs painfully. Its things like this that make me miss him. The small gestures that only someone who cares would make. Why does it have to be him that makes me feel like a stupid fucking school girl? Why is it him that does these thoughtful little things? Shit like this just messes with my head, and that’s exactly why he’s doing it. Or maybe he just loves me, and he wanted me to know he cares, a small voice whispers. I quickly shoo it away. I unwrap the cellophane and reveal a bottle of Moet Rose. Damn, but the man has good taste.
    I guess I don’t need to buy a bottle of wine after all. I’m still not ready to go home. I change into the gym clothes I brought with me and head straight to the dance studio. This has been my routine since I’ve been back. Work, dance, sleep and repeat. No time to think, and no time to sulk.
    I find dancing clears my mind and helps me deal with the general shit that life has to offer. It’s always been my therapy, and that’s why I took to it so enthusiastically when I was a teenager. In discovering dance, I discovered a healthy way to forget before I turned into a sixteen year old alcoholic.
    I’ve been hitting it hard recently as my mind tries to work frantically through the rubble that is my imploded life, temporarily imploded I know, but it doesn’t make it any easier. If I wasn’t dancing I’d be drinking, heavily, let me tell you. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with drinking, but I’d rather not add liver failure to my list of problems right now.
    People say to me; ‘It will get easier.’ I know it will get easier, but that doesn’t make it easier now. I guess you just have to ride the wave until it fizzles out. I hope that I’ll suddenly wake up one day and realise that I’m over Theodore Ellis, but truth be told; Theo is just one more broken hearted memory to add on the pile.
     
    The dance studio is quiet. It always is on evenings and weekends. It’s used by the performing arts school during the day.
    One wall is made up of mirrors, an iPod dock sits in the corner, but other than that