{"id":695,"date":"2011-11-15T06:00:54","date_gmt":"2011-11-14T19:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ravenoustales.com\/?p=695"},"modified":"2013-10-01T12:03:40","modified_gmt":"2013-10-01T19:03:40","slug":"window-shopping-lunchtime-meetings-and-chicken-sandwiches","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ravenoustales.com\/?p=695","title":{"rendered":"Season 4: Epsiode 11"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Ana wandered through David Jones, testing face creams, smelling perfumes and searching through racks of clothes that she couldn\u2019t afford to buy. It was one of the very rare occasions that she had a couple of hours to kill before her next meeting. Well, that wasn\u2019t exactly true – there was plenty she could be doing, but she felt like wandering around shops.\u00a0 The first promise of summer in the air had elevated everyone\u2019s mood and the city was alive with an infectious sense of excitement and possibility. In Ana\u2019s opinion, these were the most perfect days for window shopping because people didn\u2019t really mind if you spent ages in their shop and then didn\u2019t buy anything. Even the Creme del la Mer sales assistant was in a chirpy mood, and if you\u2019ve ever tried to sidle up to the counter to grab a sneaky sample of the exorbitantly priced face creams, you\u2019ll know how rare that is.<\/p>\n

Ana was so absorbed in learning about a new moisturiser that promised to eliminate the fifteen signs of ageing (and here she was foolishly thinking there was only one sign of ageing – wrinkles!) that she almost didn\u2019t notice the young lady stop and do a double take as she walked past.<\/p>\n

\u201cAna?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ana turned to see who it was and just managed to stop herself groaning out loud. Sarah. Talk about a buzz kill.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just on my lunch break,\u201d Sarah explained, holding up the David Jones bag. \u201cJust needed to pick up a few things.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ana smiled thinly. Like I care<\/em>, she thought. They made small talk about the weather and other such inane topics before Sarah apologised that she had to get back to work.<\/p>\n

\u201cI very rarely take breaks,\u201d she said in a saccharine voice. \u201cTom just can\u2019t seem to cope without me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe seems to manage just fine at home,\u201d Ana retorted angrily, wishing as soon as she said it that she could retract the words. She could tell from the flash in Sarah\u2019s eyes that she had been\u00a0 hoping to get a rise out of her. Ana had walked straight into it. She\u2019d probably go back to the office now and tell Tom about it and then he would come home and gently chastise Ana for being nasty to Sarah. \u201cWhat has she ever done to you?\u201d he\u2019d say and Ana wouldn\u2019t be able to answer, because Sarah hadn\u2019t done anything tangible.<\/p>\n

Yet.<\/p>\n

That was what made her so dangerous.<\/p>\n

To make herself feel better, Ana went to the lingerie department. Nothing cheered her up like expensive lace underwear. Fortunately, nothing cheered Tom up more than Ana in expensive lace underwear. It was a win win situation. Even more fortuitous was the fact that there was a sale on and her absolute favourite La Perla set – made from beautiful black lace so soft that it felt like wearing clouds – was fifty percent off. Although she already had the exact same one at home, she couldn\u2019t resist getting another identical. Lace, after all, does not last forever.\u00a0 She paid cash for her purchase and didn’t get a receipt – didn’t need Tom knowing that she was spending more money on frivolities. She left the store, annoyed that even retail therapy hadn’t managed to get rid of the uneasy feeling in her stomach that running into Sarah had aroused.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sofia was already sitting in the cafe tapping away on her iPad. On the table were two plates of sandwiches and mineral water.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou haven\u2019t had lunch had you?\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

Ana shook her head as she settled into the small booth. She indicated to the waiter for a coffee.<\/p>\n

\u201cI took the liberty of ordering,\u201d Sofia said. \u201cThese are the best chicken sandwiches in the world.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow thoughtful,\u201d murmured Ana. She turned to the waiter. \u201cBetter make it a double espresso.\u201d She was going to need it.<\/p>\n

Ordinarily, Ana would have been delighted by the prospect of a chicken sandwich, even if someone had \u2018taken the liberty\u2019 of ordering without asking her, but the Sarah thing had left a bad taste in her mouth. Now, having to deal with Princess Sofia was the icing on the cake. And not good icing. Crappy icing, like the stuff that adorns supermarket made children\u2019s birthday cakes.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you buy?\u201d Sofia said, nosily peering into Ana\u2019s shopping bag.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust some underwear,\u201d Ana said, blushing.<\/p>\n

\u201cOoh, can I see,\u201d Sofia squealed.<\/p>\n

No<\/em>, Ana thought. No you bloody can\u2019t<\/em>. But, she didn\u2019t say this. The worst part of her job was that clients – particularly those who were paying her a lot of money – thought that they owned her. Ana recognised it was partly her own fault. She should just stand her ground. But with Sofia, she had realised early on it was easier to nod her head and smile and just do what she was told. Only two more weeks, she silently chanted. Two more weeks.<\/p>\n

Sofia held the lace bra up, allowing the whole cafe to view Ana\u2019s purchase.<\/p>\n

\u201cLa Perla,\u201d she said breathlessly, without even glancing at the label. \u201cMy favourite. I\u2019m so glad you have good taste in lingerie, or I might have had to fire you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ana looked shocked and Sofia burst into peels of laughter that sounded somewhere between a high pitched jackhammer and goat.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just joking!\u201d she said, tucking into her chicken sandwich with gusto.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

In the bathrooms of the office, Sarah pulled off her clothes and slipped into the new underwear she had bought. Even at fifty percent off, it was still extortionately priced. Lucky she hadn\u2019t actually had to pay for it. It had been almost too easy to phone David Jones and tell them that she was the personal assistant of Sofia, whoever Sofia was. She\u2019d given the card number over the phone and said that she would be in later to pick up the purchase. She still hadn\u2019t quite figured out why Ana had a black Amex of some lady called Sofia, but she didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n

Sarah carefully left a few buttons of her blouse open, so that when she moved glimpses of black lace could be seen. She smiled to herself in the mirror, taking out her new perfume and spritzing a little behind her ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cPerfect,\u201d she muttered to her reflection. She checked her watch. Better get back to her desk. She had a meeting with Tom in two minutes.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sofia dumped her handbag unceremoniously on the white leather sofa and kicked her shoes off. She went to the bathroom and stepped on the scales. Only two weeks to her wedding. She probably shouldn\u2019t have had the chicken sandwich, but she couldn\u2019t resist. They were just so amazingly good! Oh well, she just wouldn\u2019t eat anything for dinner.
\nThe house phone rang and she answered it with her married name – she had been practicing the intonation so that when the deed was finally done, she would be able to say it perfectly.<\/p>\n

As the person on the other end of the phone was speaking, Sofia clenched her jaw. That lying little bitch<\/em>, she thought to herself. She cooed her thanks down the phone and hung up. It wasn\u2019t really necessary to involve other people in your private affairs, after all.<\/p>\n

She dialed Ana\u2019s mobile number straight away.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think you can buy slutty underwear for yourself on my credit card?\u201d she spat as soon as Ana answered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDavid Jones just called me to ensure I liked the purchase that was picked up for me today by my assistant. A purchase of black lace underwear.\u201d She paused. \u201cThe thing is Ana, I didn\u2019t buy any black lace underwear today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCut the crap,\u201d Sofia hissed. \u201cI know it was you. I should never have trusted you. And now I have to find someone else to finish my Wedding for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWait! Just listen to me,\u201d pleaded Ana. \u201cI don\u2019t understand\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo you listen,\u201d Sofia snapped. \u201cYou. Are. Fired. Can you understand that? You\u2019re lucky I don\u2019t press charges.\u201d She breathed heavily into the handset, furious. \u201cOh, and don\u2019t expect to ever work in this town again,\u201d she added nastily slamming the phone down.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ana stared at her mobile phone, unable to move. What the fuck had just happened?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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