Chapter 26 One week later. Dave became nothing but a pain in the ass. And it was mere luck that the man was gone for a meeting, so here she was, manning the phones, trying not to die of boredom, hunger, and second-hand entitlement from all the asshats who thought that 'personal assistant' was an archaic English word for 'person put on Earth to cater to Dave's every whim and whom it was appropriate to scream at if she did not immediately divine his exact wishes through telepathy.' Goodness, the man was a jerk. How did she even fall in love with this asshole anyway? She could see one of those female field asshats approaching, and it was with considerable relief that she saw one of the phones light up. She grabbed at it like a lifeline. "Brown Inc., how can I help you?" "Hey, Chelsea, it's Catherine. Time to gossip?" Wow, she didn't call her on her phone, but here in the office. "Sure thing, ma'am, I'll walk you through that right now. It should only take about an hour," she mumbled sweetly. Asshat made an annoyed face but moved off to look for someone with a more open schedule to harass. "That scared her off?" Catherine asked and giggled… "I still don't know how you did that job before with Shawn. I had just one jerk yelling at me all day, and that practically had me running for the hills." "Dave is yelling at you? Tell me and I shall bite the hell out of him for being rude." "Nah, he ignored me since day one when I didn't go home with him," Chelsea muttered and mentally rolled her eyes. "In Sebastian's mansion?" "Yes, now Dave lives in his apartment." "Good, so are you OK with him ignoring you?" "Of course, it's better than trying to be nice, Catherine." "Oh really?" Catherine asked. "Like you've ever run for the hills in your life," Chelsea added. "I bet you don't even know where the hills are. Anyway, yeah, the hyena's headed out in search of different prey. What's up, girl? Any news with Jane?" "About that, I'll tell you later. Let's not talk about her. But let's talk about you." Catherine let out with excitement. "I have nothing to talk about but children in Kenya." "Oh, OK. Fine. Well, I cannot believe Shawn talked me into a business trip right after the party, " Catherine complained. "I'm so hungover I can't even get excited about being in London yet. Thank goodness I have the week-I'm going to make time around the meetings to see the Globe Theatre, and at least a few museums." "Are you going to hang around the BBC headquarters at all?" Chelsea asked. "Maybe see some of those old spy-fi show stars you love?" e. "I wish," Catherine said with a sigh. "They tore down the old headquarters awhile back, though." They chatted some more about her travel plans, with her occasionally going into fake professional - speak when someone walked by or putting her on hold when someone came up with an issue that actually fell into her job description. Meanwhile, she occupied her hands by sketching some new designs, mostly things she was toying with for Jane's trousseau. She didn't usually work with leather, but she knew Jane had a thing for the spy team of Steed and Mrs. Peel, and she thought she could put together a sort of homage to one of Mrs. Peel's kinky leather catsuits. The trick would be to find leather that had been tanned and cured until it was soft as velvet -maybe she could line it with real velvet as well. She would have to cut it just right so that it gripped and defined without chafing. An instant message from Jane popped up, 'Girl are you done with the design?' "Ahem." "Look," Chelsea said when she couldn't stand the suspense any longer - "What is this about? Is it about that coffee spill on Graham from Accounting? Because first of all, that was an accident, and second of all, he was harassing me and he had it coming-". Lemon cut her off with a wave of her hand and hemmed before finally beginning to speak. 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