I Heart Hawaii. Lindsey Kelk

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СКАЧАТЬ Kanako recited from an invisible rulebook. ‘A decluttered environment promotes a more efficient workflow.’

      I felt a dark look cross my face.

      ‘If any so much as thinks the words “spark joy” I’m going home.’

      She shrugged and turned back to her computer. ‘We all like it this way.’

      We. There was a ‘we’ here and I, the new girl, was not a part of it.

      ‘I’m sure I’ll figure it out,’ I said, my hand never leaving my satchel for fear of my photos of Alex and our daughter leaping out and exposing me to all the world for the hoarder that I was. ‘Nice to meet you.’

      ‘Let me know if you need me to show you around,’ Kanako said without looking back.

      It sounded like a nice thing to say but I could tell what she really meant was ‘now go away’.

      ‘I can give you the tour,’ Cici offered as a short but beautiful man with a shaved head appeared at her side. ‘Do I have time to give her the tour?’

      ‘You have seventeen minutes until your conference call with the investors,’ he replied, glancing down at a small tablet.

      ‘Plenty of time,’ she replied, shrugging off her bag and her sunglasses into the man’s waiting arms. From the look on his perfectly symmetrical face, I had to assume he was her assistant. It was the exact same expression last seen on Bambi, right after his mother was killed.

      ‘I’m Angela,’ I said, holding out a hand to the assistant. He looked down at it, his own hands full of thousands of dollars of designer goods. ‘It’s my first day.’

      ‘He knows who you are,’ Cici said, already striding off to survey her domain. ‘He’s my assistant, he knows everything.’

      I really hoped he knew how to write a CV and find a new job ASAP.

      ‘Well, it’s nice to meet you …’

      ‘Don,’ he replied before turning back to Cici. ‘I’ll put these away and prepare for the call.’

      ‘Thanks, Don,’ she smiled as he scuttled away before sighing and lowering her voice. ‘It’s so hard to find a good assistant. You were so lucky to have me.’

      ‘Remember that time you had my suitcase blown up at Charles de Gaulle airport?’ I replied, watching as he ran.

      ‘No.’

      It was a blatant lie. That was the kind of memory that kept Cici warm on the cold winter nights.

      Before Besson, Cici and I had both worked at Spencer Media, one of the biggest publishers in the world, and a company founded by Cici’s grandfather. When she told me she wanted to strike out on her own, I knew she’d find her feet but I hadn’t realized just how fast she’d do it or how very big her feet would turn out to be. Within six short months, Besson had become a major player in digital media with some of the highest-trafficked sites in the US. While Cici could never claim to have been one of the world’s best executive assistants, she certainly could boast an innate ability to throw her family’s money at the most talented people in the industry, which resulted in absolutely brilliant content that was thriving in a market where everyone else seemed set to struggle.

      ‘I’m so glad you’re finally here,’ Cici said as we made our way around the open-plan office. ‘How is baby Ellis? Such a cool name. Alex pick it?’

      ‘Ellis is a cool name but my baby is called Alice,’ I answered, following her away from the hodge-podge of standing and sitting desks. ‘She’s named after my grandmother, actually.’

      Fantastic. Now I was not only anxious about my first day at work, I’d also have to spend the rest of the morning wondering whether or not it was too late to change my baby’s name.

      ‘How old is he now? Like, three?’

      ‘She is ten and a half months, remember? You were there when I took the pregnancy test. How fast do you think babies age?’

      ‘Is that all? I guess they do say time flies,’ Cici said with wide eyes. I could tell it was taking an awful lot of energy for her to show this much interest in my personal life and I appreciated it, even if I knew she didn’t really give two shits.

      ‘They do and it does,’ I replied. ‘But I’m excited to be here, back at work. I’ve been going kind of crazy at home, I can’t wait to get stuck in with my site. I’ve got some really fun ideas—’

      ‘Yeah, I’m sure they’re great, that’s why I hired you,’ she interrupted. ‘So this is the conference table where we have most of our editorial meetings.’

      She paused in front of a giant slab of crystal, propped up on a metal frame. If Coachella made office furniture.

      ‘The crystal channels your energies and creates a more harmonious working environment,’ Cici explained. ‘And it cost thirty-five thousand dollars.’

      ‘Bargain.’

      ‘I got it from an artisan I met at Burning Man.’

      ‘Of course you did.’

      It really was just crying out for a ritual sacrifice with unicorn dip-dyed hair and a flower crown.

      ‘Over by the elevators we have our reading rooms, our privacy pods and meditation centre.’ She pointed at a row of frosted-glass doors. ‘While we encourage all our team players to invest their energy in our open-plan dynamic, we understand sometimes they need privacy.’

      ‘Oh yeah, sometimes,’ I agreed, trying not to vom at the term ‘team players’. I couldn’t help but wonder which Instagram influencer she had hired to do her HR. ‘Phone calls, difficult conversations, lactating.’

      ‘Lactating?’ Cici reared back as though I’d slapped her in the face.

      ‘Breastfeeding,’ I explained, making unnecessary honking motions in front of my own boobs. ‘Or pumping, I suppose. I have to pump.’

      ‘Still?’ she screwed up her pretty face. ‘Isn’t it a little old for that?’

      ‘Again, she, and again, not even eleven months,’ I repeated, staring at the privacy pods and wondering how many times a day they were used for the very important purpose of crying at work.

      ‘So gross,’ she muttered, adjusting her own perfect B cups inside her Tom Ford jumpsuit. ‘Anyway, this is where you would do that, I guess. The kitchen is right by the movement studio and the bathrooms, showers and dressing rooms are over there.’

      She pointed off in the vague distance as I tried to log all the information. Things like this were more difficult to remember these days but I was fairly sure I’d be able to remember the place where the food was and where I needed to go for a wee.

      ‘And before you freak out and call HR, it’s one bathroom for everyone. That way no one can get offended.’

      I lit up with a smile. ‘Like Ally McBeal?’

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