Excerpt 7 - Maggie Le Page, Writer of Romantic Comedy

Excerpt Seven:

The images kept coming. Sal, a consoling arm around me, engrossed in the drama of it all. Me, maudlin with the drink, latching onto her reassuring words as if they were gold. Sal buying more champagne. 'This'll help you forget, Luv.'

It all felt too real.

I dragged myself in to work and scuttled out of the lift, past Sal's desk. She wasn't there, thank God.

What would she do? Would she keep it to herself? Or - more likely - would she have a field day, gossiping to all and sundry about Matt's latest stalker?

I ducked my head and hurried down the corridor. Sure, she was nice, but I didn't know her well enough to be telling her all my secrets.

Cripes. What if she told Matt?

I increased my pace. Well. Clearly I would have to kill her.

But what would that solve? He would still know, and he'd still be my boss.

Maybe I could kill him, too.

Assuming Sal had blabbed to him.

Which she might not have.

I reached my office, threw the key in the lock and leapt inside, whipping the door shut behind me. I leaned against the door, feeling very Get Smart-ish. Matt. Must not see Matt. I turned and snuck a quick peek through the glass - nothing, nobody - then quickly snaked an arm out to slap a "back in an hour" sign on the door. Snipped the lock for good measure. There. Now, if I hid in here all day, I might just manage to avoid him.

There was just one problem: I was trapped.