fine.” She smiles my way. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Mr. Miles hasn’t called you, would it?”
I screw up my face in disgust. “What, as if I’m annoyed that he hasn’t call me? I had already broken it off with him—not that we actually had anything to break off. It was just one week, Marley, and besides, Tristan Miles means nothing to me. But I have serious suspicions as to why he would’ve hired Fletcher in the first place. Something feels off. Fletcher tried to bash him with his own underpants, for God’s sake.”
Marley giggles. “Oh Lord, how I wish I was there to see that. I bet Tristan Miles has never had that before.”
I smile as I remember that momentous day. I’ve never been so horrified and yet so amused at the same time. Not that I would ever admit that to anybody, not even Marley.
“I’m just gonna text him. I can’t be going crazy like this for any longer.” I type.
Hi Fletch, how’s it going buddy?
A reply bounces straight back.
I hate this job. I hate this man, I’m not coming back tomorrow.
My eyes widen in horror. “Oh no, Marley. This is going to be worse than him not even starting. I can just see it.”
I text back.
Why what’s happening?
He texts back.
Talk to you tonight I’ve got five minutes left for lunch.
I look up at Marley, my stomach sinking. “What’s happening over there? I don’t believe this.”
Marley rolls her eyes. “I do, actually. Let’s face it, Claire. Fletcher doesn’t exactly take orders well.”
I blow out a big deep breath. “Hopefully his afternoon will be better.”
Marley smiles. “It will be. Don’t you remember what it was like to start a new job? Everybody’s first day at a new job is bad, Claire.”
I shrug. “I guess you’re right.”
“Everything is going to be fine. Relax, and let him go. He’s nearly a man. He needs to find his own way.”
“Yeah, I know.” I sigh. I pick up my pen and try to get back to work. Nightmare images of my poor little baby all alone in that big cranky corporate office are flying through my mind.
Why couldn’t he just go to university?
I stir the cheese into the large pot of spaghetti bolognese. I finished early today, and although I wanted to pick Fletcher up from work, I let him catch the train home. I’m really trying my hardest to give him a little tough love. He wants to be a big boy and work; he needs to learn how to be self-sufficient. I look at the clock. Where is he?
I glance up at my other two sons, who are sitting at the kitchen counter. “How did it go at school today, Harry?”
“Okay.”
“How was Mrs. Parkinson?”
“A witch, as usual.” He sighs.
“I don’t think it’s very nice to be calling your teacher a witch.”
“Yeah, well, if she stopped acting like one, I wouldn’t have to call her one.”
“Just stay out of trouble, please, Harry. You’re on your last warning at that school. I need you to behave. You need to show everyone how smart and charming you really are.”
Harry rolls his eyes. Patrick smiles goofily up at me.
“Now let’s be nice when Fletch gets home. He’s had a really bad day. And I want you boys to try and make him feel better.”
“And how are we supposed to do that?” Harry asks with an eye roll.
“Just talk about things and take his mind off it. Make him laugh. Try and make him see that things aren’t as bad as he thinks.”
Harry smiles. “I think they are as bad as he thinks. Imagine working with that pompous donkey.”
“You don’t even know him,” I snap. “You can’t say that; he’s a nice man. And he’s Fletch’s new boss, so you show him some respect.”
We hear the front door bang, and Fletcher comes into view. His hair is messed, his tie is askew, his jacket is off, his shoelaces are undone. He looks like he’s been to hell and back. I bite my lip to stifle my smile as I give him a hug. “How is my big working boy?”
“It was literal hell.”
My face falls. “Why? What happened?”
“Basically, I ruined everything I touched.”
“That’s okay. You’re only new; they can’t expect you to know everything. Nobody knows everything on the first day.” I smile as I watch him. “What was the last thing that he said to you?”
“Don’t you dare be late tomorrow.”
I frown. “Didn’t he say ‘Thanks for your first day’?”
“No, Mom.