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    “Daniel doesn’t deal that way. In fact I doubt I’ll hear from him at all.” I let out a deep sad gasp. “Sorry.” My eyes spill with a fountain of tears that this time I can’t control and Sofia is quickly kneeling beside me with her arms wrapped around my head pulling me silently against her chest.
    “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry Bets, shhh.” She smooth’s my hair and whispers repeatedly how sorry she is but I know in my empty heart she’s nowhere near as sorry as I am.
    The next day I get a boxed delivery from the restaurant with a personal but threatening note from Joe explaining he has lovingly prepared my favourite dishes and that he would be round later to check I’d eaten everything. I optimistically go through the motions of heating and dishing up the delicious food. He had packed enough for a dinner party of six, not a single woman struggling to hold down bread. A feast of still warm lemon, olive oil and rosemary loaf, cheesy cauliflower gratin with pancetta, ricotta gnocchi with creamy wild asparagus sauce, fried sweet peppers with balsamic vinegar and my favourite favourite spinach and ricotta ravioli with sage butter. For dessert there are individual pots of chocolate and amaretto panna cotta with a small tray of dark chocolate dipped strawberries. It looks amazing, it smells fantastic and even as my tummy rumbles I covered each dish with cling. I just couldn’t physically bring myself to put anything in my mouth. I did try but each time my mouth pooled with water and I felt the urge to wretch but Marco is back today on a late flight so I know it won’t go to waste. That in itself is only small comfort as I dejectedly nibble on my dry toast.

    ProProducts is a small firm of maybe ten researchers and three directors. One of which is Christopher Taylor the Finance Director, who also has a second job as a part-time lecturer at my University. I met him on one occasion before Mr Wilson informed me of this internship opportunity just before Christmas and then I met him once more at my interview but I have not really seen much of him since then. The office is in a shared facility with many other type of IT or media companies each renting a small part of a much bigger building. As such the facilities are much better than a stand-alone office of this size could provide. There is a small coffee bar and an actual bar that opens in the evening. There are ultra-modern and high tech screening rooms for presentations to hire and there is a large chill out area in the basement, with a pool table and vending machines for the offices that hold unsociable work hours. The ProProducts office occupies part of the first floor and is open plan with small funky cubicles and three separate offices at one end for the directors and a small meeting room.
    I take my seat at my desk just after eight and I’m pleased to be the first in the office. I am also pleased that it has been at least five minutes since I last thought about Daniel which is a big improvement on the five-second intervals of the last week. I check my email and notice an urgent appointment notification for nine thirty this morning with Christopher Taylor. I spend the next hour and half just stacking my piles of paper on my desk into manageable sections and prioritising my ‘to do’ list. As others start to come in I get a strange feeling that I might be missing something, maybe a significant event, maybe someone has died. There is a definite sombre feel and I have yet to speak to anyone, everyone is studiously sitting with their heads buried. Just before nine thirty I gather my bag and make my way to the corner office of Christopher Taylor; Finance Director. I knock gently. I didn’t see him come but he is quick to ask me to enter and briskly asks me to take a seat. It’s difficult to tell whether my sinking feeling in my stomach is portent or whether it’s just this ongoing bug. I simply feel damn sick all the time so I just don’t