that I realize just how much I’d wanted it. ‘But why?’ I ask, my voice high-pitched and sounding like a spoilt child.
‘I don’t know,’ says Nathan. ‘But what we need to take away from this is that if the deal had gone ahead, we would have definitely won the business. They said as much.’
I can’t think straight. I just feel deflated.
‘Did they even hint at what’s happened to change their mind?’ I say, finding my voice.
Nathan scratches at his head, his bemusement obviously as great as my own.
‘I mean why would they just suddenly pull out at this late stage? AT Designs aside, I thought this was a massive deal for them as well.’
‘It is. It was,’ he says, rubbing at the five o’clock shadow that peppers his chin. ‘It just doesn’t make sense. I thought they were a hundred per cent committed.’
‘All that work,’ I say, ‘a wasted trip to Japan.’
‘It’s the nature of the beast,’ he says. ‘I’m so sorry.’
He walks to me and pulls me up out of the chair. ‘I’m sure we’ll have other opportunities,’ he says, hugging me and kissing the top of my head. I’m vaguely aware that the team are eyeing us through the glass – it doesn’t take much to guess which way it’s gone.
‘I know,’ I say. ‘I’m just so disappointed. I really thought this was the big one.’
‘We’re already doing really well,’ he says, holding me away from him, his eyes boring into mine. ‘This year’s figures are amazing. Don’t beat yourself up about it.’
‘It’s not about the money,’ I say. ‘It’s about putting ourselves on the map, building a reputation. This would have done that.’
He looks away for a moment, and I watch as he goes into thinking mode. ‘Give me a sec,’ he says, before turning and going out the door. Lottie’s eyes follow him forlornly as he crosses the space between my office and his. She looks how I feel.
I’m surrounded by wood samples, fabric swatches and paint colours, all destined for twenty-eight apartments in Tokyo that no longer exist. I want to throw the whole lot out of the window in frustration.
Lottie pokes her head around the door. ‘You okay?’ she asks quietly.
I daren’t look at her, as I’m sure I’ll cry, and thankfully she takes the hint and backs out. For God’s sake Alice, pull yourself together, I say to myself. It’s not as if somebody’s died.
But they have, and I suddenly picture Tom’s face, his mouth breaking into a wide grin at being told we’d won the contract. I can feel his immense pride as he lifts me up in his arms and twirls me around, before we collapse into a giggling heap, unable to believe what we’d achieved.
This one’s for you, is what I was planning on saying to him. But now I can’t, and I don’t know if I’m more disappointed that I’ve let him down, or overcome with guilt that it’s his face I imagined sharing that moment with and not Nathan’s.
‘Can I just run something by you?’ says Nathan, coming back in and interrupting my thoughts. He’s almost bobbing from one foot to other, agitated.
‘Go on,’ I say, sitting back down on my chair.
He comes around to my side of the desk and sits on its leather top beside me.
‘What if I told you that the land and the project is still up for sale?’ he says, staring straight ahead, out of the window behind me.
‘What do you mean?’ I turn and look up at him, confused.
‘The sellers still want to sell – it’s just the buyers that have pulled out.’
‘O-kay,’ I say hesitantly. ‘How does any of that help us?’
‘What if we buy it?’ he says, his jawline tensing with every word he utters.
‘What?’ I almost screech. ‘Don’t be insane!’
‘Listen to me,’ he says, looking at me for the first time and taking hold of my hands. ‘We could do this project ourselves. We could buy the land, build the apartments, design the interiors and sell them on ourselves.’
‘Are you out of your mind?’ I ask, laughing.
‘We could do this, Al,’ he says, his voice getting louder. ‘Me and you. AT Designs. We could do this whole damn thing ourselves.’
I’m looking at him, shaking my head. ‘This is far too big for us to take on. We don’t have the experience, we don’t have the money . . .’
‘A million buys it,’ he says. ‘We could get a loan, keep the repayments super-low.’
‘Okay, you’re scaring me now,’ I say,