CHAPTER 10
THE ASSISTANT
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Meera, happy birthday to you!”
Charlotte was carrying a cake with a glittery “25” on it, and what seemed like everyone from the third floor had squashed into my office along with Teresa, several waitstaff, and a few girls I recognised as being from downstairs. My eyes began to sting—this was the nicest thing to happen since I’d left Massachusetts, and it sure made me smile on a Monday morning.
“But…but I didn’t even tell anyone it was my birthday.”
Mainly because it wasn’t. I hoped Alfie was treating Meera to a nice dinner in Portugal, but I had my doubts, and I hadn’t even sent her a gift because we’d agreed at the beginning that mailing items was too risky. The fewer links between us, the bet
