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âWHAT on earth are you wearing on your head?â Meg Bucknall demanded as she pressed the button for the service lift.
Ellie raised a self-conscious hand to the floral scarf which covered her hair. âItâll keep the dust off.â
âSince when have you been so fussy?â
Ellie heaved a sigh and decided to be honest with the older woman. âThereâs this guy who often works late on my floorâ¦and, well, heâsââ
âMaking a nuisance of himself, is he?â Megâs round face tightened with disapproval but she wasnât surprised by the news. Even in an overall Ellie would attract keen male attention. Fashioned on petite but shapely lines, the young woman had hair so naturally fair it gleamed like silver, and clear green eyes enhanced by unexpectedly dark brows and lashes. âI bet he thinks heâs onto a sure thing with a humble cleaner. Old or young?â
âYoung.â Ellie stood back to let Meg enter the lift first. âHeâs really getting on my nerves. Iâve been thinking about mentioning him to the supervisor.â
Meg grimaced. âNo, whatever you do, donât make it official, Ellie. If this lech works late, he must be quite important. Letâs face it, youâre more expendable than some business whizzkid!â
âDonât I know it.â Ellie sighed. âItâs still a manâs world.â
âHe must be pretty persistent if heâs getting you downâ¦â Meg frowned, thinking of how feisty Ellie could be, although nobody would ever think it to look at her. âLook, you do my floor tonight and Iâll do yours. Thatâll give you a break. Then maybe one of the other cleaners will consider doing a permanent switch with you.â
âBut I havenât got security clearance to clean the top floor,â Ellie reminded the older woman reluctantly.
âOh, never mind that!â Meg dismissed impatiently. âWhy should anyone need special permission just to polish floors and empty bins? But if the security guard does a round while youâre up there, take yourself off out of sight if you can. Some of those blokes would report us. And donât go through those big double doors at the front. Thatâs Mr Alexiakisâs office suite and Iâm not allowed in thereâ¦OK?â
As the older woman pushed her trolley out onto the floor that was usually Ellieâs responsibility, Ellie gave her a grateful smile. âI really appreciate this, Meg.â
Ellie had never been on the top floor of the Alexiakis International building before. When she emerged from the service lift, she realised that the layout was different from the floors below. Rounding a corner, she saw a large, luxurious reception area to her right. Beyond it, all the lights had been turned off, but she could dimly see an impressive set of double doors in the gloom.
But when she looked to her left, another set of plainer double doors also greeted her at the far end of the corridor. She raised her eyebrows, but assumed the unlit passage closer to Reception housed the office suite that was off-limits. Deciding to start at the opposite end and work her way back along the corridor, Ellie relaxed. She was delighted by the prospect of any evening shift uninterrupted by Ricky Bolton and his suggestive remarks.
Her canvas-shod feet making little sound, Ellie opened one of the heavy double doors and had crossed the room to reach for the overflowing wastepaper basket before she registered that the interconnecting office beyond was still occupied. The door stood slightly ajar, spilling out the unmistakable sound of male voices.
Usually she would have announced her presence, but, having taken Megâs advice on board, she decided it would be wiser just to beat a quick, quiet retreat. The very last thing she wanted to do was get the older woman into trouble. Just as she was about to step back out again she heard male footsteps coming down the corridor, and practically had a heart attack on the spot.