''No, perhaps I don't,' said Octavia quietly. ' She wasn't tryingto be clever, to out-manoeuvre Louise any more; she meantevery word. ' Who, Ritz? Me neither. She got up and shut the office door; and then did what Mr Ford had always forbidden her to do -- she phonedMichael Carlton.
But for the morning at least she could pretend lifewas normal; could smile and talk and pretend things werethe same. But if she couldget home it would be worth it. Have a nice weekend. When you're the chairman, surely you can wear what you like.
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