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Can You Keep a Secret?

Can You Keep a Secret?(21)
Author: Sophie Kinsella

He starts to walk around the office, pausing now and then to talk to people. Paul is leading the way, making all the introductions, and following them silently everywhere is the blond man.

‘Here he comes!’ Artemis hisses, and everyone at our end of the office stiffens.

My heart starts to thump, and I shrink into my chair, trying to hide behind my computer. Maybe he won’t recognize me. Maybe he won’t remember. Maybe he won’t—

Fuck. He’s looking at me. I see the flash of surprise in his eyes, and he raises his eyebrows.

He recognizes me.

Please don’t come over, I silently pray. Please don’t come over.

‘And who’s this?’ he says to Paul.

‘This is Emma Corrigan, one of our junior marketing assistants.’

He’s walking towards me. Artemis has stopped talking. Everyone’s staring. I’m hot with embarrassment.

‘Hello,’ he says pleasantly.

‘Hello,’ I manage. ‘Mr Harper.’

OK, so he recognizes me. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he remembers anything I said. A few random comments thrown out by a person in the next-door seat. Who’s going to remember that? Maybe he wasn’t even listening.

‘And what do you do?’

‘I, um, assist the marketing department and I help with setting up promotional initiatives,’ I mumble.

‘Emma was in Glasgow only last week on business,’ puts in Paul, giving me a completely phoney smile. ‘We believe in giving our junior staff responsibility as early as possible.’

‘Very wise,’ says Jack Harper, nodding. His gaze runs over my desk and alights with sudden interest on my polystyrene cup. He looks up and meets my eye. ‘How’s the coffee?’ he asks pleasantly. ‘Tasty?’

Like a tape recording in my head, I suddenly hear my own stupid voice, prattling on.

‘The coffee at work is the most disgusting stuff you’ve ever drunk, absolute poison …’

‘It’s great!’ I say. ‘Really … delicious!’

‘I’m very glad to hear it.’ There’s a spark of amusement in his eyes, and I feel myself redden.

He remembers. Fuck. He remembers.

‘And this is Artemis Harrison,’ says Paul. ‘One of our brightest young marketing executives.’

‘Artemis,’ says Jack Harper thoughtfully. He takes a few steps towards her work station. ‘That’s a nice big desk you’ve got there, Artemis.’ He smiles at her. ‘Is it new?’

‘… this new desk arrived the other day, and she just took it …’

He remembers everything, doesn’t he? Everything.

Oh God. What the fuck else did I say?

I’m sitting perfectly still, while Artemis makes some showy-off reply, with my pleasant, good-employee expression. But my mind is frantically spooling back, trying to remember, trying to piece together what I said. I mean, God, I told this man everything about myself. Everything. I told him what sort of knickers I wear, and what flavour ice-cream I like, and how I lost my virginity, and—

My blood runs cold.

I’m remembering something I should not have told him.

Something I should not have told anyone.

‘… I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I so wanted to get the job …’

I told him about faking the A grade on my CV.

Well, that’s it. I’m dead.

He’ll fire me. I’ll get a record for being dishonest and no-one will ever employ me again, and I’ll end up on a ‘Britain’s Worst Jobs’ documentary, clearing up cow poo, saying brightly ‘It’s not too bad, really.’

OK. Don’t panic. There must be something I can do. I’ll apologize. Yes. I’ll say it was an error of judgement which I now deeply regret, and I never meant to mislead the company, and—

No. I’ll say, ‘Actually, I did get an A grade, haha, silly me I forgot!’ And then I’ll forge a GCSE certificate with one of those calligraphy kits. I mean, he’s American. He’ll never know.

No. He’s bound to find out. Oh God. Oh God.

OK, maybe I’m over-reacting here. Let’s just get things in proportion. Jack Harper is a huge important guy. Look at him! He’s got limos and flunkies, and a huge great company which makes millions every year. He doesn’t care if one of his employees got a poxy A grade or not. I mean, honestly!

I laugh out loud in my nerves, and Artemis gives me an odd look.

‘I’d just like to say that I’m very glad to meet you all,’ says Jack Harper, looking around the silent office. ‘And also introduce my assistant Sven Petersen.’ He gestures to the guy with blond hair. ‘I’ll be staying here for a few days so I hope I’ll get to know a few of you better. As you’re aware, Pete Laidler, who founded the Panther Corporation with me, was British. For that reason, among many others, this country has always been immensely important to me.’

A sympathetic murmur goes around the office. He lifts a hand, nods, and walks away, followed by Sven and all the executives. There’s silence until he’s gone, then an excited babble breaks out.

I feel my whole body sag in relief. Thank God. Thank God.

Honestly, I’m such a moron. Fancy thinking even for a moment that Jack Harper would remember what I said. Let alone care about it! Fancy thinking he would take time out of his busy, important schedule, for something as tiny and insignificant as whether I faked my CV or not! As I reach for my mouse and click on a new document, I’m actually smiling.

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