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Working 9 to 5

... little at him as they walked through. Perhaps his hair was over the place because of the wind? “Here we are Nick. This will be your desk. There’s just the two of us in here. You’ll be using Anna’s desk. I’m going to miss her. She was a great assistant to me, but I’m sure you’ll be a great substitute.” “I know you don’t have a lot of IT skills, but you have potential and I’m sure we can mould you and make you in to the perfect assistant. There are a few procedures you’ll need to read before I get you doing any work. Do you have any questions?” “Yes. What are the working hours?” “We work 9 ‘til 5 Monday to Friday with an hour for lunch.” “9 to 5. That’ll give me plenty of time to spend with my viewers, sorry, friends.” Nick hoped that Vincent didn’t notice his slip. He’d been here ten minutes and his mind was already slipping back to his on-line performances. He knew he’d have to try really hard if he was going to make a success of this new job. “Could you tell me where the gents are?” “Of course Nick. Out of the door, turn left and they’re half way down on your right.” Nick took his jacket off and headed towards the toilet. When he entered he went straight to the mirror to see why everyone seemed to be staring at him. “Fuck!” His hair didn’t look to bad. A little wind-swept but that wasn’t it. What they had been staring at was the big mascara streaks beneath each eye. He looked like a cheap Alice Cooper impersonator. He thought he’d removed all of the make-up from last ...

... night’s show but obviously he had missed some. The wind must have made his eyes water leaving him looking like this. “What must they have thought? I can’t go back. I’m just going to leave and say I made a mistake.” Then Nick realised that he’d left his jacket in the office so he’d have to go back to pick it up as it had his phone and wallet in it. He tidied his face up, took a deep breath and then headed back to the office. “Erm, Vincent … I can explain …” “Explain what Nicky?” “My face. I know what it looks like … but it’s not like that.” “What you get up to in your own time is nothing to do with me. We’re in Brighton. We all know what Brighton’s like. If you want to wear make-up, I have no problems with that. All I ask is that you keep your make-up neat and tidy when you’re in the office. Now I’ve made you a name plaque for you desk so everyone knows who you are.” “Thanks Vincent. I don’t normally wear make-up you know. Oh, you’ve spelt my name wrong. You’ve spelt it N I K K I. That’s the girl’s way of spelling Nicky.” “That’s right Nikki. I’m already missing Anna. We made a good team. She would bend over backwards to do anything that I needed her to do. In turn I looked after her. I helped her out and made sure she was as comfortable as possible. If you help me, you can be sure I’ll have your back.” Nick was getting a little worried know. It seemed that Vincent was suggesting he’d prefer it if his assistant was a woman. He hadn’t said anything directly but Nick wondered exactly ...