Do I look like I work here? If you can keep a civil tongue in your head for five seconds, I’ll explain, you patronising shit.
[Downstairs, Jonny’s eyes widen. So do Em’s. So do mine.]
VANE:
Excuse me?
ELLE:
And by the way, I don’t think it’s a great look for a sitting MP, and a relatively senior one at that, to be swearing at a young woman, especially one who’s recording this conversation on her phone.
[Stunned silence both upstairs and down at this one.]
ELLE:
Now, if you don’t mind, I was here last night for a party. We booked this room and I left my watch over …[Footsteps, rifling noises. The doors of the sideboard open and close.]… overhere. There. Was that so hard? And now I’ll leave you to your dick-measuring contest or whatever it is you’re up to, you misogynist worms.
[More footsteps, back towards the door.]
VANE:
Excuse me … excuse me. Look, I think I should explain. My friends and I are meeting here because we’ve been bereaved recently. I’m sorry for speaking out of turn.
ELLE:
You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.
