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know.  I think it would feel strange calling him by his surname after all this time of just calling him Jonathan.
    Shelly took a swig of her coffee and was about to speak when she looked up.  “Ah, Anthony and Brad are here.”
    “Hi Angelina,” Anthony and Brad said together.
    “Good morning,” I chimed back.  “I take it that you two are the other friendlies in this establishment?”
    Brad gave me a knowing smile.  “Oh, you noticed that yesterday?”
    “Just a little,” I answered.
    “I think it’s fantastic that we have our very own Brad and Angelina working side by side here,” Shelly beamed.
    “I wondered how long it would take before that was brought up,” I replied.  I noticed their smiles when his name was mentioned yesterday.  “I suppose you and I are going to be the butt of a few jokes from now on?” I looked up to Brad, who was rolling his eyes.
    “It would seem so, although you haven’t been here the whole six weeks since we knew you were coming.”  He took his stance, hand on hips and glared at Shelly and Anthony.  They both just laughed and turned their attention back to me.
    “So,” Shelly began.  “Why didn’t Jonathan introduce you to us when you came to stay here before?”
    I shrugged my shoulders.  “I don’t know.  Maybe he didn’t want to put pressure on me.  Maybe he wanted to be sure himself.”  Just as I was about to rant on, both Timothy and Daniela walked in.  “Maybe,” I said with a whisper, “he didn’t want me put off by Victor Meldrew and Hyacinth Bouquet over there.”
    Shelly was off in hysterics.  She obviously knew who I was talking about, but her laughter radiated that much that it caught their attention.  They both turned, scowling at me as they made their way to their desks.
    “I can see I’m their favourite person here.”
    “I wouldn’t take it personally.  They’re miserable with everyone.  They sell well, and as long as they’re doing that there isn’t much Jonathan can do about them.  I can’t for the life of me understand how they do it though.  Maybe they just like brown-nosing with the rich and famous, I don’t know.”
    I smiled, agreeing with her one hundred percent.  “I should imagine you’re probably right.”
    “Right, I better get cracking on with this list with you before Jonathan finds out we’ve been gossiping instead of working.”
    I nodded in agreement and we set to work.  First of all she went through all the clients who were much like the famous Mr Jacobs, but not as successful.  There were a handful of them, some nice, some not so very nice.  She then went through some clients who are waiting on certain areas, or certain apartment blocks for sale.  She took me through each folder on my computer so I knew where to go when the need arises.  She then went through the list of properties for sale and even brought out a map so she could show me where each one of them was.  It was a lot of hard work for her, and she must have had the patience of a saint because I don’t think I could have done all that.
    “You’ve got to watch out for a lady called Belinda Charmers when she comes in here.”  Shelly placed her pen on the table and winked at me.
    “Oh, why is that then?”
    “She likes the ladies,” she explained.  “She’s very attractive, in her thirties with mousey brown hair and long eyelashes that she likes to flick a lot whenever she’s in here.  I’m not gay, so it’s completely wasted on me.  She likes to flirt a lot though despite the fact, so watch out for her.  Unless of course you’re…?” she probed.
    “Me?  No,” I protested.  “That would be completely wasted on me also.  I like my men too much.”
    “You and me both.  Although—I must say—in the abundance of men around here, they sure seem in short supply of the good ones.  It’s hard to find anyone worth the while getting to know.  I put it down to being in such a big city with too many