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“Later, okay We’ll talk later, I promise,” she said “Marianne sounds worried I need to deal with this Try not to snoop while I’one”

She pulled on her underwear, blue jeans, slippers and her green sweater There wasn’t enough ti with her hair so she pulled it up into a knot on the top of her head and secured it with a clasp Jack looked grim when she left the roo at a time

Davina saw Marianne first She was positioned at the bottom of the stairs, her arms folded and her face dark orry

“What’s up?” Davina said as she went down to meet her

Her friend gave her a look that was one hundred percent sympathy

“I’m so sorry, Davina,” she said, as she motioned to the front door

Standing in the dooras one of her bosses, Patricia – the producer – and behind her, s like an evil accomplice, was Derek

The bottom

fell out of Davina’s stomach Marianne squeezed her arm

“I tried to get them to come back later, but they wouldn’t”

“Its okay, Mar,” Davina said fighting nausea “There was always a chance this would happen”

It was a ood a friend Marianne was, that she never even hinted at an I-told-you-so Davina made herself walk down the last few steps to the door

“Davina,” Patricia said primly “I assume you knoe’re here?”

Davina glanced at Derek

“I’d say it was o can’t handle rejection”