If I Never Met You(38)
Laurie did a small reel back.
‘What? I thought you would be SO into this. It’s like a public relations campaign on steroids. As a life experiment.’
‘That’s why you should take me seriously when I say don’t do it.’
Laurie was so startled she could only blurt:
‘Why not?’
‘Because, for one, it’s lying. I know that sounds quite superstitious and I can’t be more specific. But it’s lying, and lying goes wrong. Lying is just bad karma.’
‘Em, you old hippy! Can Mrs “I won’t travel anywhere where I get fewer than three bars on my phone or fewer than four stars on my hotel” be talking like this?!’ Laurie was a mixture of amusement, incredulity and slight worry at this unexpected take. She took Emily’s advice seriously. Apart from the stuff about hench dipshits.
‘I know, I know,’ Emily said. ‘But I’ve got rid of anyone who’s ever worked for me who has lied, immediately, and I’ve never regretted it. You’re not a liar, which is why you shouldn’t get involved with a big bout of lying. It’s not you.’
She hit on something that bothered Laurie from the start of hatching the Jamie plan and still niggled her now. That everyone saw her as utterly status quo, conventional. It had never mattered before, this strait-laced identity, because she was that, and she was content. To discover no one would accept her as anything else? Unwelcome. Emily was paying her a compliment, and yet it was the first time she had made her feel worse.
‘That’s what appeals to me. Being like me doesn’t feel good right now.’
Laurie fiddled with a tiny tin of Mole’s Breath and put it back again. Maybe she should repaint the whole house, from top to bottom. ‘As for being fired, I can’t be fired for pretending to date a colleague. I mean, how could they ever prove I wasn’t dating him? The bosses have no say in what I do out of hours, if it’s not illegal.’
‘Hmmm. Then, what if, when you’re feeling vulnerable, and this player is pretending to be into you, you start falling for him for real? A romance that is like a sugary high from cake icing calories and stardust and make believe is going to screw with you. If he doesn’t.’
A harried-looking couple joined them and Emily and Laurie moved away, a tacit agreement to save the rest of the conversation for the journey home, and went to pay for Laurie’s greenery.
Outside, Emily blipped the alarm on her Mini with the key fob, and threw the tiny boot open.
‘All I’m saying, Loz, is I don’t think some man pretending to feel things he doesn’t feel and you pretending to feel those things back sounds like what you need right now. Are you sure he isn’t into you, and this isn’t some completely meta way of pulling you?’
Laurie hooted with laughter and Emily huffed, ‘Oh yes, that’s ridiculous, and what you’re suggesting is completely sane. I mean, of course.’
‘It would be funny if you knew him. He’s practically fending them off with a poison-tipped umbrella, he’s no need for long game scams with sad older women. Meanwhile I’m about ten years away from being able to look at another man. And if I was ready, Jamie Carter would not be that man. He’s one of those preening egotists that only a twenty-four-year-old would crush on and think she’s going to marry. Which is probably why he dates twenty-four-year-olds.’
‘Is being his date going to bother Dan that much, if he’s such a fanny rat fool? I mean, maybe it would upset Dan if you picked up with his best friend, but not this guy? I am not suggesting you do that, either.’
Emily had taken against this project, wholly, instantly and instinctively, and it seemed nothing was going to change her mind. But then, it was ridiculous, Emily was right. Launching a fictitious relationship for Dan’s benefit was nothing like healthy moving on. It had ‘end in tears’ all over it. The thing was, it was starting in tears. Laurie was ninety-eight per cent tears. She suspected she’d always be part tears, now. She had nothing to lose.
Laurie shrugged, as she fitted the penultimate plant into the boot. She’d have to hold the fern on her lap.
‘I don’t know if Dan being bothered is achievable,’ Laurie said, feeling drained and empty as she spoke. Jamie had been sure, but he hadn’t been through what Laurie had. ‘I don’t know if he cares enough anymore. But if anyone’s going to bother him, it’s Jamie Carter. Great nobsman of our age, and a professional competitor. Dan already can’t stand him because they all think he’s pushy at work; it’s perfect. If Jamie gets his promotion he’ll be Dan’s boss. Oh God, now I think about it, please let him get the promotion. This is a single goal win for Jamie Carter and a double win for me.’
Laurie felt a little grimy at saying this and yet, she could hear a little more of her old self returning too. She could be irreverent, confident and funny. Not simply some wet blanket who had smothered Dan.
‘Mmm,’ Emily said, mouth twisting at the word ‘win.’ ‘Is he online? Show me a picture of this vainglorious idiot.’
Laurie pulled a glove off and swiped at her phone, stabbing at the Facebook app, searching through her friends. Jamie had added her after the lift night. It was to help the deception, though she suspected he’d smoothly send a request to any woman he’d marked interesting/useful. The twenty-first century equivalent of flipping your business card into her hand.