Page 89 of The One That I Want

It must be to do withNouveau. She’s not calling to share gossip about her nanny.

‘Do you remember my friend, Fenella? I think you met her when we ran into you at Covent Garden that time,’ she says.

I have a vague recollection, but we only exchanged a few words. ‘I think so.’

‘Well, I met her for breakfast this morning – our ritual on the last Sunday of the month – and she relayed something that her friend, Adele, told her aboutherfriend who works atPanache.’

‘Oh-kay,’ I say, mentally cataloguing the who’s-who of this story.

‘And if what I’ve heard is true,Panacheis going live tomorrow with a new blog on their website, and guess what it’s called?’ She doesn’t give me time to guess, immediately supplying the answer. ‘“Disasters of Dating”.’

‘What?’

‘That’s exactly how I responded. Now, Fenny only knew to raise it with me because… Well, confession time – she’s mybest friend and I tell her everything, so she knows all about our plans forNouveau Life,’ she says, her contrition obvious. ‘Such a shame. Fenny was very much looking forward to the launch of your new column.’

‘Wait, what do you meanwaslooking forward to?’

‘Well, we can’t go live with it now.’

‘Why not? We’ve been working on this for weeks. Does it really matter ifPanachehas something similar on their website?Nouveau Lifeis a full vertical – not just a blog.’

‘Greta, I think you’re missing the real issue.’

‘Which is?’

‘Don’t you think it’s uncanny that they published an advice column in their last print issue right as we were about to introduce one to our online magazine and now they’re launching a blog with the same premise as your column?’

I clap a hand over my mouth as the realisation lands.

‘We have a mole,’ I say, breathless.

‘It seems that we do, yes.’

‘So, what now?’

‘Well, I’ve called Amelia?—’

‘Amelia Windsor?’

‘How many Amelias do you know atNouveau?’ Anjali replies, her tone slightly terse.

‘Right, and what did she say?’

‘She’d like to meet with us this afternoon – at the office.’

My stomach clenches and that bloody roaring in my ears makes a comeback. Being called into the office on a weekend is rare and always a cause for concern. Being called in to meet with AMELIA WINDSOR is terrifying. What if she blames me for the leak? What if she thinksI’mthe leak?

‘Greta? Are you there?’

‘I’m here,’ I reply sullenly.

‘Good. Be in the boardroom at two-thirty. Just you.’

‘Just me as in…?’

‘No one else in theNouveau Lifeteam.’

‘You think it’s someone on my team?’ I screech, my mind conjuring Bex, Taj, and Lisa, who I personally selected.

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