and she turned her gaze to the peaks across the valley. ‘Dad was sick for a long time but he had good patches, especially when I was your age. It had to be casual work so I could leave at short notice when I had to.’ She wrinkled her forehead. ‘I did once or twice work as a carer, too, but that was a bit samey.’
For several moments, Amy could only stare.
‘What?’ Sofia demanded.
‘You looked after your dad when you were my age?’
‘Since I was fifteen. Didn’t I mention my age before?’ Sofia laughed. ‘Don’t look so horrified! I would rather have done that than leave him at the mercy of someone else. But you can see why tips were useful, especially if I forgot to declare them to the taxman.’
With only a vague idea what a taxman did, Amy just stared at Sofia some more. ‘It seems like you’re never bothered by a thing.’
Sofia shrugged and turned the subject back to Amy. ‘Talking of being bothered, how are things with Davide?’
Amy pulled a face. ‘He’s being a shit person, criticising me in front of customers, but it’s better than him being a creep. I don’t think he dares to do much now you and Levi have shown him he can’t get away with it.’
‘Levi?’ Sofia sounded as if she didn’t know who Amy meant.
‘The one you were sitting with last night, who saw Davide tip up that tray of drinks and told Benedetta. Didn’t you know his name?’
‘I was just checking it was the same Levi. Have you talked to him much?’
Amy smiled, picturing the nice man who’d jumped in on her side when she’d thought she’d got the sack and had no idea what she’d do next. ‘I saw him again this morning and he said if Davide keeps bothering me I can leave a message for him at the desk and he’ll talk to my boss.’
Sofia made a shape with her mouth like an upside-down smile. ‘You can tell me too. If anyone bothers you, not just Davide.’
Amy beamed. Now she was settling in, she felt as if she might like Italy. ‘Thank you. You’re sooooo kind.’
Maybe she did have a girl crush. A tiny one.
Levi was incarcerated in his room, laptop open, while he Skyped Wes.
‘So, what the fuck’s Dick done?’ he demanded irritably, staring at the random blocks of colour and text that were usually the streamlined Modern Man page of his equally streamlined website, The Moron Forum. Freelancer Dick liked to be called Richard but they referred privately to him as Dick because sometimes he was one.
Wes’s exasperation was obvious. ‘Looks like he made a basic error and somehow introduced HTML code along with his content. I’m about to set it all to rights.’
Acutely aware that he’d left Wes alone to deal with things like Dick’s latest brain fart, Levi suppressed a sigh. ‘I suppose he copied and pasted something over without making certain it was in plain text, lazy git.’
Wes snorted. ‘He said it wasn’t him. When I pointed out that he was logged on via his username and password when the upload actually took place he said he wasn’t putting up with being called a liar and told me to shove his pages. Contract cancelled by mutual consent.’
Levi winced. ‘I should have worked with him weeks ago to clean up his procedures. Sorry so much is falling on you.’
Wes laughed. ‘Don’t worry. I’ve put on my “in charge” hat and I’m sitting here feeling important. I know you have some serious stuff to sort out.’
‘Can’t argue with that. But even if there’s no one updating the content, we at least need a moderator on that page straightaway. It gets high traffic and we need to be on it to prevent idiots posting inappropriate material. I’ll put out an SOS to the other contractors to see if anyone can take it on a temporary basis until we get someone permanent.’
‘No need.’ Wes sounded smug and Levi didn’t need to enable the video camera to picture him swivelling gently on his office chair, red-framed glasses set at a jaunty angle and hair spiking up at the front. ‘I’ve taken on another tech. She recently sent in a fantastic CV so I got onto her as soon as Dick chucked the page. I sent her the contract to look over, she said great, and I issued her with a username and password.’
‘Really?’ Levi got up to pace, stomach sinking. Wes had logic to the point of geekiness but, somehow, not much common sense. It wasn’t usually a problem when Levi was working alongside him – but these were not usual times. He raised his voice so the laptop mic could pick him up. ‘But you’ve had no time to get references.’
‘No need,’ Wes repeated, sounding smugger than ever. ‘It’s Octavia.’
Levi halted mid-stride. ‘Octavia?’ He hunted fruitlessly through his memory bank for some other Octavia. ‘Octavia who?’
‘Octavia Hawthorn. The one who found your phone when you lost it the week before you left.’
Freshly irritated just by the memory of the whole episode, Levi paused to absorb the unwelcome information. ‘Her? Don’t you remember that I told you she made me really uncomfortable, the way she came onto me? Can you call a halt? Please,’ he added belatedly.
‘Not really. I said if she could take Dick’s pages on straightaway she had the job. I can’t go back on it. So, she asked you out and you said no. What’s the problem?’
After asking Wes to step up while he was away it would be bad management to jump on him for his first decision so Levi kept his voice even. ‘It’s more about policy than it’s a problem. We take references.’ He dropped back down in front of his laptop. ‘Don’t worry, I can do the necessary,’ he said smoothly, preparing to gain access to the server he rented from a data centre.
‘Whoa, whoa!’ Wes laughed, but didn’t sound amused. ‘You can’t go back on my word. That sends the message that you don’t trust me.’
Levi’s fingers hesitated over the keys.
‘And,’ Wes went on, sounding his usual mild self again, ‘I think she’ll be good, and I take responsibility for my decision.’
‘I understand that.’ Levi let a silence draw out while he quickly ran the situation through his mental filters. He tried switching to inclusive language to make Wes part of the decision-making process. ‘We can still ask her to apply formally for Dick’s pages. She won’t think there’s anything odd about us withholding access while we process that.’
‘I’ll think it’s odd,’ Wes returned promptly, his voice tinny through the laptop speaker. ‘I’ll think I’ve offered her those pages and you’ve reversed my decision. And that would make me look like an idiot. In fact, it would make me think you view me as an idiot – and I’d have to give up my minor shareholder status here and start looking for another job, one where I wasn’t asked to take on extra responsibility and then overridden by the major shareholder as soon as I do.’
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