Sloan,
You should find this works in accordance with our discussion. I’ve left blank spaces where you can input private data.
LC
Sloan opened the file and read through the official contract of employment for Matty. Halfway through, it hit her—she knew so much and yet so little about Matty.
Her phone rang and she glanced at the screen, realising she felt no dread at all that it would be a care assistant calling about her mother’s latest incident.
She smiled when she saw Eleanor’s name.
“Hello,”she said, answering.
“Ah, I wondered if you were in a meeting,” Eleanor said.
“No. My diary is free and clear of such nonsense until this afternoon.”
“Fabulous. I was just calling to tell you the club’s coming to town next week—wondered if you fancied dinner beforehand?”
Sloan hesitated. “I...”
“Unless you’ve had a better offer?” Eleanor laughed. “Did you stop denying yourself at last?”
“I might have moved things forward.”
“Well, halle-bloody-lujah,” Eleanor snorted. “And how was it?”
“Private is how it was.” Sloan smiled, remembering. “I might divulge club gossip, but this is different.”
“Glad to hear it. I can’t wait to meet this woman who has finally undone Sloan Slater’s act of denial.”
“Who said you were going to meet her?” Sloan’s smile broadened.
Eleanor chuckled. “Someone has to make sure she knows what she’s getting involved with.”
“Oh, and what is that?” Sloan laughed along with her. “I’d love to know.”
“Loyal as fuck, honest as fuck, and...likes to fuck?”
“I thought I was just getting rebuked fornotfucking.” Sloan smiled and glanced out of the window—nothing but blue skies and sunshine, much like how she was feeling about life.
She glanced down at the file from Lakshmi containing the employment contract and wondered if those blue skies might start to turn grey.
“Not at all. Anyway, I’ve got to get going. We’ll catch up soon, yes?”
Sloan nodded to herself. “Yes, that sounds like a plan.”
She ended the call, then picked up the contract and read it through again.
***
Sloan returned home to find Matty wearing something familiar. She smiled at the sight of Matty in her clothes. The designer look suited her.
Matty grinned at Sloan’s reaction to seeing what she was wearing. “It was this or dragging Gloria back to my place while I rummaged through washing to find something clean.”
“I am not complaining.” Sloan slid up against her at the sink. “Don’t get it mucky.” She kissed down her neck. “Good day?”
“Yes. Your mum’s taking a nap. Though she will tell you she’s just resting her eyes.” Matty turned and threaded her arms up and around Sloan’s neck. “So, if you wanted to get me mucky…we probably have a few minutes.”
