street-fighting side to Angie. She was an urban warrior dressed in statement tees, taffeta skirts, cashmere knitwear and Dr. Martens boots – all the poise and presence of a ballerina but with a backbone and toe caps made of steel.
‘She had no choice,’ said Minnie, a tremor to her voice. After leaving the Jones & Sword office, Minnie had returned to Angie’s house. Angie had listened in quiet fury as Minnie recounted the morning’s events. She had then gone to Minnie’s house after checking that James George had left for work. Minnie couldn’t bear to go back to the scene of the monstrous betrayal. At Minnie’s request she had packed a suitcase and also collected her passport.
‘She had no choice?’ squawked Angie, incredulous.
‘She runs a business,’ said Minnie.
‘And you are her greatest asset.’
‘I tried to make her listen.’
‘ I believe you can turn this around, why can’t she?’
‘She doesn’t like me, Angie. It’s not just business, it’s personal, too. She warned me, “The weirdo inside mustn’t come out.” It came out – and with disastrous consequences.’
‘She makes me so furious,’ ranted Angie. ‘She bullies and threatens.’
‘I need to grow a thicker skin.’
‘Y’know, it’s for the best,’ declared Angie, throwing a U-turn into the conversation as she screeched to a stop at traffic lights. ‘You don’t need to work for her.’
Minnie looked unsure. ‘But I love my job.’
‘You will find work elsewhere.’
‘We are in a double-dip recession.’
‘You are an incredible mathematician,’ praised Angie.
Minnie exhaled and said, ‘But I have no one to blame for the stupid stuff I say and do. I have perfectly lovely parents and a wonderful sister who are all quietly baffled as I lurch from one disaster to the next. I have no tragic past, I have no abandonment issues or disfigurements. Some people have real problems.’
‘Don’t be so hard on yourself.’
‘I need to be. No more mistakes.’
Angie had encouraged Minnie to work out a plan based on the KISS Principle, which was Angie’s favorite acronym and motto for life.
‘Keep it simple, stupid.’
Minnie nodded.
Angie said, ‘ Obviously , I’m not calling you stupid.’
Minnie looked downcast. ‘I know.’
‘But when I said simple,’ continued Angie, carefully, ‘I didn’t exactly mean jump on the next flight to San Francisco. That’s complicated in my book. Not simple.’
‘I’m going after Greene. It’s the right thing to do,’ said Minnie, mind made up.
‘Send him an email instead,’ urged Angie. ‘Reduce your carbon footprint.’
‘I need to make a grand gesture. Go the distance, literally. Greene needs to see that I am sincerely sorry. I must talk about the natural gas deal, too. There is unfinished business I need to sort out.’
‘Greene is not a Sudoku. You can’t just work him out.’
‘I’ve caused him immeasurable damage.’
‘You made a mistake,’ sighed Angie.
‘I also need to put some distance between me and James,’ added Minnie miserably.
‘You think San Francisco can do that?’ Angie looked unsure.
‘I need time to forgive him.’
‘You can’t take him back,’ said Angie horrified. ‘He’s a cheater.’
‘He made a mistake,’ reasoned Minnie. ‘I’d be a hypocrite if I asked Greene to forgive me but wouldn’t make allowances for my husband-to-be.’
Minnie had made it to the airport, Heathrow, Terminal 5, with three hours to spare. Angie helped her check in a suitcase and went to buy coffees and pastries before Minnie was sucked through security and out of sight.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ asked Angie. ‘It is not too late to come back home with me.’
Minnie nodded. ‘I need to do it.’
‘Would you even be here if James George hadn’t…?’
The unsaid words seemed to knock the wind out of Minnie. She took a deep breath and said, ‘I like to think I would be doing something