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VANE:
Have we accidentally reserved the wrong room?
ELLE:
Sorry?
VANE:
Because we appear to have booked the centre of Piccadilly fucking Circus.
ELLE:
I don’t—
VANE:
First it’s that girl with the flowers, then it’s the wine, then it’s Terry saying hello, then the teenager asking about the food when we’ve only just got our menu, and now you. Do you know why people book private rooms? So they can get a bit of fucking privacy. There is a sign on the door, if you can read.
WESTCOTT:
Leave her alone, Con.
VANE:
No, this is ridiculous. We’re here for a meeting. What do you want?
ELLE:
