Josephine Cox 3-Book Collection 1: Midnight, Blood Brothers, Songbird. Josephine Cox

vicious side when she was unable to pull all the strings.

      When he actually thought back, Jack realised that he had always danced to her tune. But not this time, because he must follow his instincts and take this new promotion. As far as he was concerned, he had gone as far as he could to include Molly in his new venture, but she wanted none of it. With that in mind, he could see there was really no way forward.

      His only option was to make a new life without her. Sometimes, though, it was hard – almost impossible – to close the door on someone you loved.

       Chapter Eleven

      THERE WAS A real buzz in the showrooms, and Jan was more excited than anyone. ‘Ooh! It’s been a long time since we had a party here. The last one was four years ago, when Archie Taylor got promoted to Head Office. I’d only been here six months and I was asked to organise the food and everything – just like now.’

      ‘I hope you didn’t cook this food yourself?’ Charlie said cheekily. He glanced along the reception desk, where a generous finger buffet had been laid out – more than enough to satisfy the dozen or so staff who had stayed behind for the event.

      ‘No, I did not cook it,’ Jan replied huffily. ‘Not that I couldn’t have if I’d been asked, but I got all the stuff from the supermarket, like I was told to do, and if I say so myself, I think I’ve done right by everyone.’ She gestured to the many trays. ‘We’ve got sausage rolls, assorted sandwiches and cold potato salad; there’s all kinds of meat and enough bread rolls to build a house. We’ve got various pastries and all manner of desserts, and—’

      ‘All right, all right!’ Charlie’s stomach was already rumbling. ‘We’ve got eyes. We can see it all, thank you very much.’

      ‘Right! And have you seen the balloons – forty of them, all colours and shapes? And the banners that took me a good hour to put up all round the walls. Oh, and what about the toy car on top of the cake? I bought that out of my own money,’ She gave a cheeky wink, ‘which I fully intend to claim back.’

      Charlie looked at the little red sports-car which had been plonked atop the small round cake. ‘It’s a bit naff, if you ask me.’

      ‘Damned cheek!’ She clapped him round the head. ‘I wasn’t asking you! Now clear off and find something to do, while I sort out the plates and stuff. The party doesn’t start for another half hour.’

      Charlie slunk away, while Bill arrived to take up residence in the same spot. ‘I hope they give me a party when I take up my promotion,’ he said longingly.

      ‘If they don’t, I will,’ Jan grinned. ‘But it won’t be like this. It’ll be crisps and Twiglets and a can of Coke – if you’re lucky.’

      Bill ignored her teasing. ‘I hear one of the top brass is making an appearance here tonight. Why’s that, then?’

      ‘Three reasons,’ said Jan importantly. She counted them off on her fingers: ‘One, Jack’s leaving here after ten years’ service. Two, on Tuesday, he takes up the managership of a state-of-the-art showroom. And three, it will also be his birthday. So, don’t you think that’s reason enough for them to send at least one representative from Head Office?’

      ‘Well, I think it smacks of favouritism,’ said Charlie, who had rejoined them. He grabbed a sandwich and wolfed it down before Jan could stop him.

      ‘Give over, Charlie,’ said Bill. ‘I reckon you want to party, and make a fool of yourself with the ladies. The thing is, you’re worried that the man from Head Office might not approve. He gave a knowing wink. ‘That’s the truth, isn’t it?’ Charlie was not best pleased. ‘I’d say you’re stepping out of line, young man. You’d be wise to keep your opinions to yourself!’ With that he stormed off to his office.

      An hour or so later, everyone was in happy mood. The party was in full swing, with the food and wine flowing, and everything as it should be. As might be expected, little groups formed to chat together, while others jiggled to the loud music played by a local DJ.

      From outside, Molly saw it all.

      Having heard about the leaving party from her gossiping ex-colleague Tina, she thought it might be her last chance to persuade Jack, that it wasn’t too late for them to get back together. After a few playful sessions with puppy-dog Mal, she realised more than ever that she did not want to lose Jack, that she still wanted him in her life. Even at this late date, she was conceited enough to believe that she could still change his mind.

      When someone suddenly came outside to light up a cigarette, she quickly stepped back into the shadows. Before she ventured inside, she needed to plan what she would say to Jack, and this time she must not get angry. Last time she had gone about it the wrong way, so now, having thought it through, she knew she must change her tactics. With Jack, honesty and calm debate got the best results.

      Oh, but what if he told her to leave? What if he threw her out? She had to convince him that she was not here to make trouble. She was here to mend things between them, to make him understand that he was her man and she was his woman, and she didn’t want him going hundreds of miles away.

      The thought of Jack in some other woman’s arms made Molly even more determined to keep her temper under wraps. That way, he would soon realise that she was still the same old Molly he had loved for so long.

      Unaware that he was being spied on, Jack made time to do the rounds, chatting to everyone in turn, and making sure they were well taken care of.

      ‘You’re definitely the man for the job, we have no doubts about that.’ Oliver Mason, Curtis Warren’s second-in-command, had risen in the ranks from salesman to manager, and was now one of the most important men in the business. ‘I don’t mind telling you, Redmond, we gave a lot of time and thought to who we really needed up there, and at every turn your name kept coming up.’ Reaching out, he gave Jack a pat on the back. ‘It’s no more than you deserve,’ he told him. ‘I know you’ll do us proud.’

      Jan overheard, and was quick to agree. ‘You couldn’t have chosen a better man, Mr Mason,’ she said, smiling at the big man. ‘But you’re taking him away from us, and that’s not fair, is it?’

      Ignoring the fact that she seemed a little too merry, and definitely livelier than usual, he gave her his friendliest smile. ‘Hello, Jan. Sounds to me like you’re here to give me a ticking off?’

      Jan giggled, ‘No, ‘course not. Why would I do that?’

      ‘Well, because I’ve stolen your best boy, of course. But that’s the way it is. We needed the best and we found him in Jack.’

      For a time, the three of them chatted amiably, before Mason excused himself. ‘I’ve got less than an hour to do the rounds before the presentation. After that, I’d best be away – long journey back to London and all that.’

      He looked up, as though searching for someone.

      ‘That reminds me. I’d best find out if the driver’s had anything to eat. I hope he’s not been helping himself to the booze. I don’t want to end up in some ditch this side of London, do I?’ Concerned, he hurried away.

      When he’d gone, Jan held out her hand. ‘Hey, Jack. Let’s you and me dance, eh? Celebrate.’

      ‘I’m not sure I feel like celebrating, really,’ he said. ‘I’ve got other things on my mind right now. Like selling my house, and moving from one end of the country to another. Then there’s the scary business of being responsible for the success of a brand-new showroom – or, as Oliver put it, “the company’s showpiece”. It’s a lot to live up to, don’t you think?’

      Jan had no doubts whatsoever. ‘You’ll make a huge success of it,’ she said tipsily. Flinging her arms round his neck, she whispered in his ear, ‘I love you to bits,