Love, Rosie (106 page)

suspicious-looking
people
have
been
arriving
to
talk
to
him
on
the
hour

every
hour
dressed
in
dark
suits.
They
could,
of
course,
be
giving
him
hourly

updates
of
the
news
but
somehow
I
doubt
that
very
much.
I
have
an
awful

feeling
in
the
pit
of
my
stomach.

What
makes
it
even
worse
is
the
fact
that
his
brother
Bob
is
flying
over

tomorrow
morning.
They
only
ever
get
together
to
do
the
hiring
and
firing.
I

think
that’s
all
Bob
does,
really.
His
brother
does
all
the
work
on
their

hotels
around
the
world
and
he
just
spends
his
share
of
the
money
on

houses,
cars,
holidays,
and
women,
so
I
hear.
Why
is
it
that
people
always

put
women
in
the
same
category
as
cars
and
holidays
as
though
we’re
prizes

on
a
game
show?

Jesus
I
hope
they
don’t
fire
me.
I
don’t
know
what
I
would
do.
I
think
I

164

Cecelia
Ahern

would
sleep
with
him
to
keep
this
job.
That’s
how
much
I
love
it.
Or
how

scared
I
am
about
having
to
search
for
another
one.
Or
how
desperate
I
am

to
sleep
with
a
man
other
than
Greg
for
a
change.
I
love
him
but
bless
him;

he’s
a
sucker
for
routine.

Better
go
and
look
like
I’m
really
busy
so
that
they
will
have
absolutely

no
grounds
to
fire
me.
Cross
your
fingers
for
me,
and
I’ll
cross
mine
for
you.

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subject
:

Alex

Rosie

Re:
Mysterious
meeting

Don’t
worry,
it
will
all
be
fine!
They
have
no
reason
to
fire
you!
(Have

they?)
You
have
done
nothing
wrong
since
the
day
you
started
working
there.

In
fact
you’ve
hardly
even
called
in
sick!
Everything
will
be
fine.
Just
about
to

leave
the
apartment
now
to
go
to
seminar.
Good
luck
to
the
both
of
us!

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to
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subject
:

Rosie

Alex

Re:
Mysterious
meeting

You’re
right.
They
can’t
fire
me.
I’m
just
being
stupid.
I
am
a
great

employee.
They
have
no
reason
to.
At
least
no
reasons
that
they
know
of.
I

mean,
they
could
never
find
out
about
the
time
I
brought
Ruby
up
to
show

her
the
penthouse
suite.
And
even
if
they
do
know
that,
there’s
no
way
that

they
could
know
that
we
ordered
room
service
and
stayed
the
night.

Could
they?

Maybe
it
was
the
missing
bathrobes
that
they
noticed.
But
they
were
so

cozy
and
I
had
to
take
one
home
.
.
.

Or
maybe
it
was
the
empty
minibar.
But
I
distinctly
remember
asking