The saving grace about today was not being involved in the clean-up mission. My fellow colleagues were at work tearing up carpet, pulling down heavy velvet curtains and grappling with arm fulls of tableware. Another blessing was the absence of Declan. If I had to guess he was probably balls deep in an unsuspecting female from the club last night and hopefully not Alise. Kevin clamped his arm around mine and ushered me into the guest lounge, on his first proper day as Marianne the Muppet's boss. The lounge is palatial, a maze of marble pillars and sofas so comfortable you never want to stand up. Great bowls of the finest Belgian chocolate decorate the tables, crying out with their smooth, cocoa deliciousness.
I scooped a handful, unwrapping a square of milk chocolate.
'You okay Cerys?' K
