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2025-11-30 20:20:10“You’re heeere!” Emmy, my best friend, squealed as she flung the front door open and launched herself at me.
I squealed, clinging onto her as we spun around on the doorstep. “I’m here!” “And you’re free!” Emmy pulled back, clutching my face in her hands. Her grin was maniacal. “How do you feel?” “I feel fucking great,” I said on a relieved exhale, meaning it. I’d been waiting for three years for this moment—the day I could leave my father’s house for good and live my life like a normal woman. No arranged marriages, no housewife duties, no creepy ass men lining up on the daily packing heat and making promises they’d never intend to keep. I was a free woman. It was my 21st birthday, I’d left my father’s house after our breakfast (a requirement of our arrangement) and gone straight to an interview at WolfeTech for an entry level assistant position, and now I was here, with Emmy, about to move into my new home. All I had with me was a suitcase and my handbag. “I bet you do!” Emmy snatched my hand and dragged me into the house. “Come on, let’s get you settled in. I have big plans for us today.” I didn’t doubt her for one second. Emmy was my only friend on the outside. She was statuesque—tall, long blond tresses, cherub cheeks and big green eyes. Angelic looking, but the mouth of a sailor and the grace of a newborn foal. Honestly, she was so clumsy I’m surprised she hadn’t had a fatal accident yet. We’d met on a night out just after I’d turned 18. I saw her arguing with her then boyfriend, and when I’d gone to check on her after he’d abandoned her, she couldn’t stop staring at my bodyguards—my brother Kelvin, and my father’s right-hand man Tony. I’d made them leave so I could make sure she was okay without being intimidated by them. After some persuasion, the men left and I managed to pull out of her that she and her boyfriend argued constantly. In her words, he’d probably be back in twenty minutes. I’d taken it upon myself to stay with her until he did, and when he didn’t, we got very drunk and Tony drove us home. I left her with my phone number in case she ever needed help, and we’d been practically inseparable ever since. My room was the smaller of the two bedrooms at the back of the house. It had a small double bed and a wardrobe that had seen better days, something I assumed had been provided by the landlord. I needed to buy bedding, given the naked duvet and pillows folded neatly in the centre of the bed. I’d also need to buy a dressing table—there was just enough space in the corner for a small one and a stool. “How did your interview go, Rae?” Emmy asked as I unzipped my suitcase, and plopped down on my bed, long legs stretched out in front of her. I started hanging my clothes on the few hangers in the wardrobe. “Good, I think. It wasn’t with the guy I’ll be working for, it was with the HR manager and COO.” “What were they like?” “Nice enough. I’m sure they thought me a bit naive but that’s something I can only prove wrong if they give me the job.” “Well, I’ve got all my fingers crossed for you. When would you start?” I blew out a breath. “Monday. They said the person I’m replacing left without notice so they’re eager to get someone in.” “Maybe that’ll work in your favour. Although if someone left without notice, the guy could be a dick.” No more of a dick than the men in my family, I thought. “Well if he is, I’ll handle it. I’m a big girl. And I won’t be bullied by a small-minded man.” “Aye, that’s my girl!” Emmy grinned. “Now, get your shit unpacked and then pull an outfit together. We’re going for dinner in the West End before going out out.” I shivered with excitement. “Emmy, baby, I am at your mercy.”
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The weather this morning was fucking awful. Day 2 of my first week with a real job and it was storming. I couldn’t walk to the DLR station in this rain. I’d be drowning by the time I got to the office.Because the weather was so bad I’d had to skip my morning run and take Emmy up on her offer to use a guest pass from her gym membership. Using gym equipment was fine—I was a treadmill or nothing kind of girl. What wasn’t fine was the amount of men trying to teach me how to use it. I was one patronising comment away from breaking someone’s nose.Ordering a taxi proved to be useless. The wait time was ridiculous and the fares even more so. I wasn’t paying £80 for a 30 minute (if that) drive. Even getting a taxi to the station was extortionate.I shoved my work shoes in my handbag and found my sensible boots, hauled my raincoat on, and braved the downpour to Deptford Bridge station. It was chaos on the train, but thankfully I didn’t have to change to get off at Canary Wharf.I sped walked
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Caleb found his brother rummaging through his fridge when he emerged from the bathroom in only a towel.“What are you doing?”Benji’s gaze found him around the fridge door. He swallowed whatever he was munching on. “Ran out of food at home. Thought I’d come steal some of yours instead.”“Great,” Caleb grumbled. He stalked into his bedroom and found some sweats to change into. “What, exactly,” he began as he yanked a T-shirt over his head, “am I paying you for if you’re just going to sponge off me anyway?”“I do not sponge off you,” Benji retorted, still eating. “And you pay me for my exceptional sales skills.”“Which roughly translates to ‘talking out of your arse.’” Benji gasped. “How dare you. I bring in exceptional business.”“Probably because people want you to leave them alone. Like me, right now. I want you to leave me alone.” Caleb shoved his brother away from the fridge and started collecting things to make his dinner with.“Woah, woah, woah. Who pissed in your cornflakes?”“
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Watching my brother’s overgrown form poking around our modest flat was comical. He studied my bedroom like it was an organism under a microscope.“Any issues with the place?” he asked, and I knew if I said yes he’d be knocking on the landlord’s door and making threats.But there wasn’t. “No, it’s great.”“Glad to hear it. But you’ll let me know if there is, yeah?”I rolled my eyes. “No, I won’t. We’ll fix it ourselves.”Kelvin narrowed his gaze, but knew it would be fruitless fighting me on it. I was stubborn. He knew it, I knew it. “Well I’m always here for you whether you want me or not.”“I know.”He sighed, but then pasted on that goofy smile. “Anyway, I bought you something,” he said, and thrust the little box at me.I took it with a bemused smile, and tugged the lid off. Inside was a candle in a jar. When I pulled it from the box, I saw the label. Peppermint.“To keep the spiders away,” Kelvin advised with a wink.Back home, I’d douse my room in peppermint oil to ward off the ei
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Emmy came home just before I pulled the bread out of the oven. “Whatever you’re cooking, I’m here for it!”I smiled to myself. While cooking was something I’d learned to do growing up with my mother to become the perfect housewife for some old man one day, I actually rather enjoyed it. There was a catharsis to chopping, kneading, and stirring that set my mind at ease for an hour a day. It was also just a valuable life skill.“So…” Emmy slid up beside me, eyes on the food. “How’d your first day go?”“Fine. Something really weird happened, though.” I needed to tell someone, and I couldn’t think of anyone better than my best friend.“What? Was someone mean to you?”I laughed. “No, Em. But you know I slept with a guy on Friday night?”“Yeah… Wait! Does he work there?”“Yeah. He’s the fucking CEO. My boss.”“WHAT?!” Emmy screamed, taking a step back with a wide eyed expression. “How? Did you know?”“Of course I didn’t fucking know,” I snapped.“Shit, sorry.” She put a hand to her mouth. “T
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Caleb didn’t call me back to work until after 2:30pm, when he’d seen Ed Dingle out of the building.I’d sat in the bookshop cafe and read the first few chapters of a muder mystery set in 1947 Japan with a coffee while I waited.I found my way back to my desk without help and started sorting through the mountains of emails that had piled up in the short time I’d been gone. It looked like long lunches were going to be a rare occurrence if this is what I’d always have the pleasure of coming back to.I didn’t see or hear from Caleb again until his last appointment of the day arrived and I called him out to greet them. He referred to me as Miss Buxton and asked me to order more hot drinks. They remained there for the rest of the afternoon.When it got to 5pm, I wrote a list of things to do in the morning when I first got in and tidied my desk up. My homework for the week, I decided, was to ‘feather my nest’. The desk was boring and I wanted to liven it up.I gave Caleb’s office door a wary
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I scarpered for my long lunch just before 1pm. As suggested, I found Becky in the reception area and she showed me to the big canteen two floors down. It reminded me of an IKEA restaurant, with big open fridges holding drinks, cakes and cold items, then a hot section at the back.I picked a sandwich, a lemon San Pelligrino, and a chocolate bar. Becky had a salad and a water, which seemed so eyewateringly boring I had to bite my tongue.“I’ve been on a diet all year and I’m really starting to get bored of lettuce,” she explained when she caught me staring at her choices.I snorted. “Do you ever have cheat days?”“Weekends are my cheat days. And I don’t hold back.”We sat on an empty table in the middle of the room and started eating.“So, Rae,” Becky said after a forkful of green leaves, “what brings you here?”“I needed a job. I’ve just turned 21, moved out of my Dad’s house and in with a friend and needed a way to float myself.”“Do you know anything about IT?”“Literally nothing exc
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