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      ‘Look, I know this purchaser isn’t in a chain and he’s offering top dollar and he’s a nice sensitive gay bloke who loves your colour schemes and is into the whole Rapunzel vibe, but don’t be pressurized to rush it through,’ Alice advises her, tucking the phone under her chin while she runs a bath. ‘You and Saul mightn’t find somewhere for ages.’

      ‘Yes, but I can move into his place,’ Thea theorizes.

      ‘True, but all your stuff would have to go into storage and it is his place,’ Alice reasons, ‘I mean, it may be cool and funky but it’s not big.’

      ‘True,’ Thea agrees, ‘true.’

      ‘You should go for a speedy exchange of contracts,’ Alice recommends, ‘and then a slightly longer completion – at least that way you have the security of the purchaser’s deposit.’

      ‘Makes sense,’ Thea agrees, ‘I’ll sleep on it. Anyway, how are you? Are you packed?’

      Alice groans. ‘No,’ she sighs, ‘I mean, what the fuck am I meant to take?’

      ‘I don’t know,’ Thea says, ‘what does one wear on an all-expenses-paid management-bonding trip? I’ve never been on one – it’s not really a perk in my line of work.’

      ‘It’s hardly a perk,’ Alice groans, ‘it’s a pain. I mean, we managers all know each other well enough anyway. Why we have to traipse out to France for five days I don’t know. I’d get more of a feel-good factor from a hefty bonus or an increase in holiday entitlement.’

      ‘Well, at least you can shop,’ Thea says.

      ‘We’re in the middle of fuck-knows-where,’ Alice says sulkily, ‘the nearest town is Arles which is more famous for Van Gogh or Cézanne or someone, than for Prada.’

      ‘Well, at least you may come back with a tan,’ Thea says.

      ‘I looked at the weather forecast there just today. Il pleut.’

      ‘Come on, Alice,’ Thea says, ‘it’ll probably be a laugh.’

      ‘They’ve told us to pack “cagoules” – the closest I have is my Agnès B mac and I’m not taking that!’

      ‘I have a cagoule,’ Thea confesses cheerily, ‘you could borrow it if you like.’

      ‘Is it repulsive?’ Alice asks.

      ‘Fuck off! It’s Berghaus, it’s cutting edge and it cost a lot.’

      ‘Could I borrow it then?’ Alice asks a little sheepishly. ‘That would be great – oh, but what colour is it?’

      ‘Black and red,’ Thea tells her and Alice can sense she’s raising her eyebrows.

      ‘Well, my walking boots are black Gore-tex,’ Alice muses.

      ‘See, you can be colour coordinated and appropriately dressed,’ Thea concludes.

      ‘Languedoc, here I come,’ Alice says with negligible enthusiasm, ‘whoopee-doo.’

      ‘When do you leave on Friday?’

      ‘Some ungodly hour,’ Alice moans, ‘back next Tuesday. I can think of better ways to spend a long weekend, but there you go.’

      ‘Text me while you’re there, won’t you?’ Thea says.

      ‘If I get a signal in the middle of Cézanne country,’ Alice says darkly.

      ‘Is Mark away anyway?’

      ‘Ironically, no – so it’s his turn to rattle around the house on his tod,’ Alice says with a note of triumph. ‘Listen, can you give that cagoule to Saul – he’s coming in for a meeting on Wednesday so he could bring it in for me.’

      ‘No problem,’ Thea says, ‘and Alice – shall I accept the offer then?’

      ‘Yes, yes, you should,’ Alice says encouragingly, ‘it’s time to get the ball rolling, Thea my dear. Time to trade in your little bit of Lewis Carroll Living for something more grown up.’

      Alice envisages Thea sitting there, curled on her sofa, looking around her flat, nodding reflectively. She’ll text Thea before she goes to sleep, she decides, tell her again that she should go for it. That it’s the right decision. That she’ll be quids in, in every respect. For now, Alice will drizzle an extravagant amount of Penhaligon’s bath oil into her bath and luxuriate – after all, she may well be restricted to lukewarm showers in the depths of Cézanne country.

La Grande Motte

      The group flew into Montpellier airport. All of Alice’s colleagues had packed rucksacks, two or three even opting for a size small enough to pass as hand luggage. Because it had been traumatic enough for Alice to pack a cagoule, there was no way she was going to forsake her Mulberry grosgrain holdall for a backpack. Her bad mood blackened when her luggage arrived on the baggage reclaim damaged. Off she flounced to the baggage-handlers’ office to complain.

      ‘Come on, Alice,’ Steven Hunter from the music division called over to her on behalf of the group, ‘the coach is waiting.’

      With her hands still stroppily on her hips she spun on her heels and glowered to all asunder. ‘Coach? Coach? Oh, for Christ’s sake.’

      However, she was happy to concede that with its air conditioning, the lounge-style seating, various refreshments and superb suspension, the coach was a far cry from that which she was expecting: the juddery, slurching vehicles upholstered in the colours of vomit she recalled from school trips. Her appeasement was short-lived and her lifted spirits dove again on arriving at the hotel.

      ‘It’s not a hotel,’ she hissed to Jeanette Baker from the lifestyle division. ‘It makes Center Parcs look like Gleneagles.’

      ‘You’re such a snob!’ Jeanette teased her. ‘Who cares if it’s Butlins de la Camargue – the plonk’ll be plentiful and we’ll be happy campers.’

      Alice raised her eyebrows at herself and smiled. ‘Do you reckon we’ll have mini-bars in our rooms?’

      ‘Rooms?’ Jeanette exclaimed. ‘You do know we’re having to bunk up?’

      ‘Bunk up?’ Alice asked.

      ‘Share,’ Jeanette elaborated, ‘in groups of three.’

      Alice laughed heartily and gave Jeanette a jocular nudge. While the lady with the clipboard who’d accompanied them from the airport bustled through to the hotel reception, Alice coolly took stock of the situation. The group consisted of twenty respected managers each on a high and esteemed rung of their company, all justly honoured by PPA, BSME or ACE awards, soaring circulation figures and massive advertising revenue to their credit. In addition, most were married, all were in their thirties or beyond, on top salaries with share options and positions on the board. Of course СКАЧАТЬ