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The Undomestic Goddess(20)
Author: Sophie Kinsella

“How did it happen?” He sounds as shocked as I feel. “How the hell did you make a simple error like that? I mean, Christ, Samantha—”

“I don’t know,” I say numbly.

“You never make mistakes!”

“Well, I do now!” I feel tears rising and fiercely blink them down. “What’s … what’s happened?”

“It’s not good.” He exhales. “Ketterman’s been having damage limitation talks with Glazerbrooks’ lawyers and talking to the bank—and the insurers, of course.”

The insurers. The firm’s professional indemnity insurance. I’m suddenly gripped by an almost exhilarating hope. If the insurers pay up without making a fuss, maybe things won’t be as bad as I thought.…

But even as I feel my spirits lift I know I’m like some traveler seeing the mirage through the haze. Insurers never cough up the whole amount. Sometimes they don’t cough up anything. Sometimes they pay up but raise their premiums to unfeasible levels.

“What did the insurers say? Will they—”

“They haven’t said anything yet.”

“Right.” I wipe my sweaty face, screwing up my courage to ask the next question. “And what about … me?”

Guy is silent.

There’s my answer. I open my eyes to see two small boys on bikes staring at me.

“It’s over, isn’t it? My career’s over.”

“I … I don’t know that. Listen, Samantha, you’re freaked out. It’s natural. But you can’t hide. You have to come back—”

“I can’t.” Ketterman’s face looms in my mind. And what will Arnold think of me now? “I can’t face everyone.”

“Samantha, be rational!”

“I need some time!”

“Saman—” I flip my phone shut.

I feel a bit faint. I must get some water. But I can’t face going into a noisy pub, and I can’t see any shops.

I totter along the road until I reach a pair of tall carved pillars decorated with lions. Here’s a house. I’ll ring the bell and ask for some aspirin and a glass of water. And ask if there’s a hotel nearby.

I push open the elaborate wrought-iron gate and crunch over the gravel toward the heavy oak front door. It’s a rather grand old house made out of honey-colored stone, set well back from the road, with steep gables and tall chimneys and two Porsches on the drive. I raise a hand and tug the bellpull.

There’s silence. The whole house seems dead. I’m about to give up and trudge back down the drive—when all of a sudden the door swings open.

Before me stands a woman with blond lacquered hair to her shoulders and long, dangly earrings. She has lots of makeup, long silk trousers in a weird shade of peach, a cigarette in one hand and a cocktail in the other.

“Hello.” She drags on her cigarette and looks at me a bit suspiciously. “Are you from the agency?”

Six

I have no idea what this woman’s talking about. My head’s hurting so much, I can barely look at her, let alone take in what she’s saying.

“Are you all right?” She peers at me. “You look terrible!”

“I’ve got a rather bad headache,” I manage. “Could I possibly have a glass of water?”

“Of course! Come in!” She waves her cigarette in my face and beckons me into a huge, impressive hall with a vaulted ceiling. There’s a circular oak table in the middle, bearing a vase of huge lilies, and a medieval-style bench at the side. “You’ll want to see the house, anyway. Eddie?” Her voice rises to a shriek. “Eddie, another one’s here! I’m Trish Geiger,” she adds to me. “You may call me Mrs. Geiger. This way …”

She leads me down a short passage into a luxurious maple kitchen and tries a few drawers, apparently at random, before crying “Aha!” and pulling out a plastic box. She opens it to reveal about fifty assorted bottles of pain-relief tablets, vitamins, and bottles of something called Hollywood Skin Glow Supplement, and starts rootling about with her lacquered fingernails.

“I’ve got aspirin … paracetamol … ibuprofen … very mild Valium …” She holds up a livid red pill. “This one’s from America,” she says brightly. “Illegal in this country.”

“Um … lovely.”

She hands me three green tablets and after a few attempts locates a cupboard full of glasses. “Here we are. Migraine relief. They’ll zap any headache. Eddie!” She runs me some iced water from the fridge. “Drink that up.”

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