All my going-back-to-the-office-with-no-dignity fears seemed to be for nothing - not a sniff of a funny look or bitchy comment at work.
Meeting C for a celebratory drink after.
Instead, it was poor Hetty, the almost-elderly tea lady/busybody who was the topic of after-party conversation. According to the goss, she and the boss disappeared just long enough to get some middle-aged action, and later emerged seperately, slightly rumpled and totally ignoring each other.
Classic signs of a quick, drunken, secret shag!
Bloody hell, I can't believe I missed it!!
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