She was only asking about repairing the dance studio.’
Vivienne ignored him and glared at Becca. ‘The running and upkeep of this establishment is no concern of yours. You’re engaged to deliver two dance classes per week. Nothing more. Kindly know your place.’
Know your place? Well, that told her.
Becca glanced up at Eddie, who shrugged as if to say, ‘What can you do?’
Not a lot, it would appear. ‘Apologies, Vivienne. I was trying to help.’
‘Madam doesn’t need your interference…’ And then she froze, her eyes widening as though she’d seen an alien. ‘What are you doing with the office keys?’
Becca glanced down. She’d almost forgotten about them.
Before she could answer, Vivienne snatched them from her. ‘I’ll take those.’ There was a definite accusation in her tone. Although quite what Becca had done, she didn’t know. ‘That will be all, Miss Roberts.’ The woman gestured to the door.
Becca was being dismissed like a naughty chambermaid caught stealing from the minibar.
No wonder Jodi referred to her as the Woman-in-Black.
Vivienne King was positively evil.
Monday 25th September
Jodi read the details again just to be certain she wasn’t imagining it. Nope. She wasn’t going mad. The invoice was for the purchase of one inflatable unicorn. How on earth was she supposed to categorise that? She certainly couldn’t list it under utilities or maintenance. Perhaps it counted as publicity? She’d enter it under miscellaneous and check with Carolyn later.
Not that she’d seen her boss so far today and Jodi had been in since eight, despite a late finish at the restaurant last night. But she didn’t mind. She was eager to get to grips with the accounts. Except, she wasn’t. Her uni course had covered many things, but not how to deal with lost receipts, unknown expenditure and a boss whose behaviour swung from boisterous, to morose, to sleepy, on a daily basis.
A knock at the door preceded Eddie’s jovial face appearing. ‘Am I interrupting?’
‘Not at all. Come in.’
‘You asked me to look for a couple of receipts.’ He entered the office, smelling of freshly cut grass. ‘I managed to find one for paint, but not Polyfilla.’ He pulled out a crumpled receipt. ‘Sorry about the Sellotape – I had to stick it back together. I’m moving house so I’ve been having a clear-out. I must’ve shredded the other one.’ He was like a big kid apologising to his teacher because the dog ate his homework. ‘I’ve never been asked to keep receipts before.’
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