and if Rocks hate it, we’re all in it together.’
‘How the hell did you make the team?’ I blurt the words out before I have time to smother them with tact.
Fortunately, he laughs. ‘Because I’m bloody good at design.’
‘But you agree with me?’ I press him.
‘I’m saying I don’t know, but you didn’t exactly have solid counter-ideas. Perhaps if you weren’t so vague, Patrick would listen.’
‘Or perhaps if I was a man? Maybe you could be my voice in future.’ I bat my eyelids acrimoniously before rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of this truth.
‘I’m not saying that. C’mon, you pooh-poohed his idea without anything real to offer in return. I mean, look at the shoes.’ He sticks out his right foot and twists it from left to right. ‘They aren’t your usual teen-buy despite what two rappers think.’
I don’t believe for a second that Tony thinks this campaign will work. He’s always been so sharp and in tune with clients in the past and Pink Apple are renowned for thinking outside of the box – the current proposal is too easy. We don’t change our clients’ minds, we change their customers’ minds. ‘What ideas do you think would work?’
He shrugs. ‘I don’t know. All my ideas have gone into the current proposal—’
‘That you hate?’ I interject.
‘Well come on, have you seen the state of the shoes?’ We both look down at our feet again, as if to clarify they haven’t miraculously morphed into something fabulous in the space of a few seconds.
‘True.’
‘But just because I hate it, doesn’t mean it won’t work.’
I drain the last of my beer and Tony orders two more.
‘Fair enough.’
‘I’ll get these,’ Tony says when the second round arrives.
‘Damn right you will. It’s your turn.’
When Tony pulls his wallet out, he glances at his phone and groans.
‘What is it?’
‘Carl, Dave and Steve have decided to join us.’
I can only stomach Tony. The conversation will spiral into a pit of misogynistic crap in no time. ‘Great. How long have I got to drink my beer before I need to leave?’
‘I missed their call so about—’
‘Alright, fella,’ Dave says, patting Tony on the back.
‘Here she is, black-sheep-Beckham,’ Steve says, winking at me like he’s made a hilarious in-joke.
‘You grab a great coffee, Sam, love,’ Carl says. I’m sure it’s all just banter and everything, but they’re already pissing me off, and it’s because I know I’m right about the campaign.
‘Yours was the one with the extra-special present?’ I wink back and Carl’s face pales. ‘Oh, come on, I’m joking.’ I wink again. ‘Or am I?’
The three men take the remaining stools along the bar, engulfing Tony and me. We talk about the campaign, and the main theme of the conversation seems to be that Patrick knows what he’s doing, and if we all nod along, we get out of the boardroom earlier. I don’t even protest. If Tony couldn’t see where I was coming from, they never will. We have a few more beers, and talk soon revolves around sport, ‘her indoors’ and some baseball game they’re going to.
‘I’m going to crash,’ I say.
‘Want me to walk you back?’ Tony asks.
I need some space and being around these guys is giving me a headache. ‘No, I’m fine. It isn’t far.’
My second week in Boston is no better. By Wednesday I’m ready to book a flight home. When I get back to the apartment after a day of being practically invisible, I slump on the sofa to ponder my defeat. If nobody is going to pay attention to anything I say, what is the point of me being here? I may as well go back to London and be ignored to a slightly lesser extent there. At least I’d see my friends at the weekend.
Needing to vent, I dial Bridget.
‘Sam!’ she screams, so loud my ears ring.
‘Oh, Bridget.’ My voice is filled with desperation.
‘That’s not the tone of a happy camper. What’s up?’ Her voice vibrates.
‘Are you on the cross trainer?’
‘Yes,’ she puffs. ‘In the words of the great and mighty Elphaba, I want to have my arse defying gravity before I go on holiday.’
‘Can you get off? I can’t talk to you when you’re all breathy. It sounds like you’re having sex. And I don’t think those are quite the right words to the song.’
She giggles. ‘Okay, I’m losing the battle against my saggy arse anyway. So, tell me, what’s up?’
I decide to get straight to the point. ‘I don’t fit in and everyone here is horrible.’
‘Oh, Sam. It can’t be that bad. It’s just settling-in nerves. By next week you’ll be fine.’
I shake my head even though she can’t see me. ‘It’s different here. It’s so male-dominated. They don’t listen to a word I say and they even sent me out for doughnuts. Maybe it’s just the men here. They’re so arrogant, and the UK team seem to lap it up like it’s something to aspire to.’
‘Listen to me, Sam.’ Bridget adopts a stern tone. ‘You’ve waited so long for this opportunity, and you deserve to be there as much as any one of those men. Don’t you dare give up so soon.’
‘I know, you’re right but …’
‘There are no buts about it. You’re going to see the three months through, and you’re going to make yourself heard. Okay?’ I know she’ll have one hand on her hip and her eyebrows raised.
‘Okay.’ I sigh.
‘I know it’s hard.’ She softens her tone. ‘Why don’t you escape the apartment for the weekend and have some you time? You’re near the coast – pick a beach and stay a night or two in a hotel.’
Being near the coast hadn’t really registered with me. Apart from seeing Boston Harbor on my first day and that wasn’t exactly enjoyable. I’ve not thought about anything other than work since but there isn’t really anything to stop me. ‘Do you know, that’s actually a great idea.’
‘I know.’ She laughs.
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