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me.’
    ‘Maybe just helping a friend,’ Rachel suggested generously. ‘Just like Natalie with her request the other day for the cost of a boob job, allegedly for her make-up artist friend.’
    ‘God, I’d forgotten about that!’ said Shali. ‘She doesn’t need a boob job − she looks great already, bitch. No need for her to worry about what frock to wear to the summer party. She could wear a duvet cover and still look fab.’
    ‘Unlike Miss Prague, who could definitely do with running up a few air miles,’ said Rachel.
    They both laughed loudly.
    ‘Shali, I’m so worried about the summer party. Harry hates that sort of thing. You know what he’s like,’ Rachel said.
    ‘You’ll just have to tell him that he needs to behave. All that bar diving and dropping his trousers has to stop. Next time it might be a client function and then what will you do? He’ll have to grow up at some point.’
    ‘I know but I don’t think that’s quite how he sees it somehow,’ said Rachel.
    ‘Well, you need to make him see,’ said Shali.
    After a quiet weekend (Harry was off on a jolly with some uni mates), in which Rachel did little more than lie about, watch TV and eat ungodly amounts of cheese and crackers, Monday morning saw her heading back out to the Beau Street Group. She’d decided to forget about the summer party for a while. There was plenty to keep her mind off it, as information on the business was rolling in thick and fast. She was looking around the room at the piles of files and papers and wondering whether they’d have time to get through it all when she noticed that Rosa was flicking through her notes looking rather puzzled.
    ‘Are you okay?’ Rachel asked.
    ‘I’m having a few problems with this analysis,’ said Rosa. ‘Could you give me a hand?’
    ‘Sure,’ said Rachel. She got up and moved round the meeting room table to sit next to Rosa. ‘What’s up?’
    ‘I’m trying to get the sales breakdown by procedure that we need, but quite a lot of the sales records don’t have the procedure details noted on them. It just says “other”. At this rate I’ll end up with “other” being one of the top procedures, which isn’t exactly helpful.’
    ‘Is the information somewhere else?’ Rachel asked.
    ‘Not that I’ve found so far,’ said Rosa. ‘I’ve checked the summary patient records and they also just say “other”.’
    ‘It’s probably just a glitch,’ said Rachel. ‘I’ll go and ask Tom about it.’
    Rachel walked down the corridor to Tom’s office. Tom’s PA was sitting at the desk outside his office.
    ‘Hi, Linda, is he free?’ Rachel asked.
    ‘He’s heading out in about ten minutes, so you can probably just catch him if you don’t need too long,’ said Linda.
    Rachel knocked on the door, opened it slightly and stuck her head round.
    ‘Hi, Tom, can I bother you for a couple of minutes?’
    Tom was sitting behind a large, old-fashioned desk with a green leather top.
    ‘Yes, come in,’ he said.
    Tom’s office was very different in style from the ones at Payne Stanley but Rachel couldn’t help noticing the similarities to Carl Stephen’s office. Pictures of his family and the obligatory sports trophy sat on his bookshelf. He also had some team photos of what looked like rugby players on the wall. What was it with men and the need to display their sporting prowess at work? Maybe she should bring in her under-sixteen netball team photo and her twenty-five metre swimming certificate and put them on the wall in their project room. Or then again, maybe not, she thought.
    ‘How can I help?’ Tom asked.
    ‘I just had a quick question about the sales records,’ said Rachel. ‘We’re trying to get a breakdown of sales by procedures but quite a few of the records just say “other” on them. There are no details of what procedure was actually carried out. Do you know why?’
    ‘I think it’s probably from when we moved onto the new computer system. Some of the