Laura slammed shut the laptop on her desk, the post-it notes attached coming loose. Thank fuck it’s 5. The first of many Friday Malbroughs lit before she was even out of the horrid non smoking building. Hell in the guise of a steady income. I’d rather be fucking poor somedays.

Dan was out the front already, lounging in his lizardy way against the wall. God i’m going to pants him well tonight, she thought, before he spoke. She changed her mind after the first “babe” crossed his lips