Oh, not again!’ My heart lurched as I read the message on my computer screen in front of me.
As usual, I was checking my personal emails during my lunch hour.
Aware that Glenda was almost breathing down my neck, a wave of irritation swept over me at the thought of her presence. Her expensive perfume filled the air in my small office.
‘Problem?’ Glenda enquired, as though it was her given right that, as my boss, she should suddenly be privy to my private life. But I never stood up to Glenda.
‘My house sale has fallen through for the second time.’
‘Really? I had no idea your home was on the market. Where are you off to, then?’ she bombarded me.
‘It’s my late aunt’s house, actually. She left it to me,’ I replied reluctantly, not wishing to share anything with Glenda. I certainly wasn’t going to reveal my plans and aspirations for the future to her. She would find out soon enough.
‘Lucky girl! Let me see the property, will you? I might be interested.’
I went onto the internet and wondered if Glenda was genuinely interested or just hell-bent on wasting my time. Nonetheless, I conceded and brought up Aunt Clem’s delightful old house, close to all amenities and a good school, with a garden resembling paradise.
Glenda leant over my shoulder as I swiped from page to page.
‘Could be of use to me, for my portfolio. I’m looking for another place to rent out,’ she said, unsmiling. ‘But you need to reduce the price.’
‘I can’t do that,’ I replied lamely.
‘Your call. Let me know,’ she quipped, glancing at the clock, a sure indication that my lunch break was coming to an end, then she swept back into her own office.
I sighed, then quickly messaged the estate agent with
