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signify that it was in that way. “Then she would get her fired.”
    “Judy?” The director seemed less than surprised at her. An element
of boredom seeped through. Ah, so she’d always been a floozy. “Miss Whitely was
a perfectly good sales rep.”
    “Was?” I scowled. “You can’t do this to her.”
    “I think you have said enough, Miss Saunders,” the director said.
His voice was gentle but enough to tell me that the matter was closed. “We will
talk about this at a more appropriate time.”
    They were going to sweep it all under the carpet. Miss Evans
looked quietly smug at his words.
    “No.”
    “No?” The director looked over his glasses at me.
    “No. I will not talk about this at an appropriate time.” No way. I
wanted to throttle the vicious bitch. “I’m done. I quit.”
    Miss Evans and the board looked unmoved.
    “And I will be making sure that Doug knows about the way you treat
your employees.”
    Boy, didn’t that change the mood. “Now, Miss Saunders—”
    “Forget it.” I stomped towards the door. “Consider Fletcher
Enterprises an ex-client.” I slammed the meeting room door closed with a
satisfying thud and turned to see Rebecca, the security guards, and a gaggle of
staff all staring wide-eyed at me.
    “I was saying . . .” I took Rebecca by the elbow and led her
towards my cubicle to pick up my bag, my coat, and my little ornament of a hug
Doug had bought me. “We need to go watch DVDs.”
    “I think I may fight Doug and propose,” Rebecca mumbled as we
headed into the lift. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as awesome.”
    My hands were still shaking as I gripped hold of my ornament. “I
can’t believe I just quit.”
    Rebecca adjusted her hold on her box of things and shook her head.
“ I can’t believe you just quit.”
    Rebecca followed me out to Winston. I guessed the company car was
a moot point now. Aptly enough, it was still raining so our riding off into the
sunset was more a sodden squelch to the car park. Elizabeth Bennett never had
to deal with this crap.
    “We’re jobless,” Rebecca said, stowing her stuff in the back seat.
“What do we do now?”
    “I would say call my mum but I doubt even she could fix this,” I
said as we got in.
    Rebecca squeezed my knee. “DVDs it is then.”
    Winston spluttered into life and Rebecca’s teary words rose above
the squeaky brakes. “I love you. You know that, right?”
    “I’ll remind you of that when we are scrabbling for pennies to
eat.”
    Rebecca laughed. “Thankfully you have a rich fiancé.”
    Ah, Doug. I really hoped he would become a hero, Mr. Darcy style,
and make good on my threat. I really hoped that he could support us until
Rebecca and I found new jobs. He’d always offered and now it seemed like we
couldn’t refuse.
    “At least he’ll get his wish, huh?”
    Rebecca nodded. “Yeah. Don’t think we have an excuse not to go to
France now.”
    “We?”
    She squeezed my knee again. “Like I said, I have your back.” She
smiled at me. “Besides, maybe some French R and R is just what we need.”

 
    Chapter Four
     
    IF I HAD expected Doug to be disappointed in my rash decision to
leave or disturbed by the fact I had told the company he would ditch them, I
would have been completely wrong. Doug was not only impressed by my sudden
insanity, he was beyond delighted. “I’m so glad you finally came to your
senses,” and, “that dump was below you,” were two of his encouraging remarks.
One, however, shocked me into silence.
    He had been dressing for work while I lounged in bed, wondering
what I was going to do with my day, when he turned and smiled. “At least now
you won’t have to quit when we’re married.”
    Not quite one hundred percent awake, I mumbled, “Quit what?”
    “That place,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “Last thing you
want to be doing is working.” He smiled. “There’ll be so many kids to look
after you won’t have time.”
    Not sure if