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"I miss you," I said.The phone line crackled in response. It took five seconds for my words to reach him, like live media after Janet Jackson's breast. "Did your plane get in okay?"

"It was a long flight but it was okay I guess. The plane didn't crash so that's a plus." I cringed. "Don't joke about that." He laughed."Like it would actually happen."

"It might." It sounds stupid but I smiled. "Only if you arrange it my sweet," he replied. "I might." I wouldn't.

"Francey? I've got to go, a couple of the partners are going to supper. I'll try and call again. I love you." Before I had time to reply he'd rung off.

I put the phone down with a sigh, it wasn't easy being the other woman.

"Who do I have to fuck to get somewhere in this company?" I asked Heather. "Me, actually." I spun around and came face to face with Nick. "It was supposed to be, you know, rhetorical," I stammered, "I didn't need an answer, really." I became his personal assistant later that month.

I ran myself a bath and striped out of my skirt and blouse. Why did I do this to myself?

"How's Jeanie?" I asked. It was 2 o'clock in the morning. Nick was in a hotel washroom trying to whisper so Jeanie wouldn't hear. "She's good, irritable, bitchy really."

"You don't think she knows something, do you?" I bit my lip. "Of course not. Anyway, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called. I'll let you sleep."

"Okay, good night. I love you."

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