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Henry didn’t answer. After he’d launched himself at James, he’d been hauled off by HR. Summer had left the Conqueror offices by the time they’d finished dealing with him.
‘The man you attacked.’
‘He’s fine.’
‘What did he do to Libby?’
‘What?’
‘After you punched him, you said something like “that’s for Elizabeth”.’
‘Um…’Think!‘Er, he’d asked for her number after the work—at work.’
‘Libby works with you?’
‘No, she came in to visit me.’
‘And you punched him because he asked for her number?’ Summer didn’t sound convinced.
‘That was the last straw.’
‘Oh. And what about you? Did you get the sack?’
Henry winced. Officially he’d been suspended and put on gardening leave, but he was increasingly concerned it might be extended indefinitely.
He cleared his throat. ‘No. I’m just taking my accrued holiday.’
‘Ah. Okay.’
Summer was silent, the fingers of one hand drumming on her leg.
‘Is everything alright?’ he asked. ‘With your new course?’
‘It’s really boring.’
He held his breath.
‘I don’t think I’m going back in September.’
Again?‘I thought this was it? You’d found something you liked?’
‘I just don’t see the point.’
‘Better job prospects?’
Summer picked at the hem of her dress. ‘Most graduates can’t find a job when they leave. I’d be better off in the real world, gaining experience.’
‘At what?’
‘I can’t be a catwalk model as I’m not tall enough. So, I’ve decided to be an influencer.’
Henry tried to keep his tone even. ‘Influencing whom?’
‘People. Women.’
‘To do what?’
‘Buy stuff.’
