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phone rang and rang and rang. No answer.
    I hung up and redialled, just in case Nate had been in the shower, or on the loo, or something.
    Same result. No response.
    Maybe he’s busy with someone else?
    The idea popped in my head unbidden, and I stamped on it.
    ‘If he’s busy, it’s because he’s in the studio and not at home,’ I assured myself. Feeling inspired by this idea, I retrieved my mobile and called up Nate’s number. I would simply leave a message on his mobile.
    The number you have reached is not in service. Please hang up and try again.
    ‘What?’ I stared at the handset in dismay.
    …and try again. The number…
    ‘Rrrrgh.’ I hit the disconnect button with a vengeance to silence the hateful voice. Where was Nate?
    ‘It’s okay, it’s all right, don’t fret. There’s nothing you can do. Calm down and wait until the morning.’ I stopped my pacing and flopped back onto the sofa. My eyes alighted on the VIP passes on the coffee table, and I sighed. I was so sure they would fix everything—if I only could get through to Nate.
    Wide awake but weary to the bone, I flicked on the telly and scanned through the channels. My mind was churning, and I couldn’t concentrate on the flickering images, so I muted the sound and picked up the phone again. If I couldn’t reach Nate, maybe I could speak with somebody else. Maybe, in fact, it would help to talk the whole thing through with someone.
    I scrolled through my contacts folder but nobody jumped out at me. Neither my office mates, nor my sisters, nor Mum would understand. They didn’t even know I had broken up with Nate. I supposed I could ring Becky, my best friend from school, but…
    I sighed. Becky and I had been best friends since primary school. But somehow, since I started working at the bank, we had lost touch. Becky lived in London, not far from my flat, actually; but it had been months since we last talked, and then we didn’t really have much to say to each other. I wasn’t sure if she even knew about Nate, let alone that I broke up with him.
    My dialling finger hovered eagerly, awaiting an order from my brain to connect, but I held back. I couldn’t ring Becky.
    I swallowed hard. Loneliness and despair engulfed me, and I shivered. What had happened to my life? Why was I was sitting at home all alone, with no one to talk to?
    It’s that job of yours , a voice whispered in my head. Becky’s voice, in fact. It was something she had said the last time we had had a coffee, eight or nine months ago, right after my big promotion.
    ‘It’s that job of yours. You’re always so busy, and travelling, too. You know, like a Big Important Career Woman. I feel totally inadequate beside you.’
    Becky had laughed to lighten the tone, and I had laughed to make her feel at ease, but secretly, I was hurt. And after that, I had accidentally-on-purpose kept forgetting to ring her.
    Was it that job of mine? Had I turned into some kind of career-obsessed monster? It wasn’t even that I worked for the money, although the pay was terrific. I simply liked doing what I was doing, analysing companies, investing, moving their funds, managing their mergers. The thrill, the adrenaline, the risk. At least, that was what I told myself.
    I gave a sad laugh as an abyss opened up in front of me. Obviously, there were a few things I would have to fix in my life. I would have to make some changes. This wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t good. I would have to make amends, one at a time, and look at my priorities.
    First of all, I would have to fix my relationship. But with Nate out of contact, that would have to wait until the morning.
    ‘No point fretting,’ I reiterated. After all, now I was a woman with a plan, even if it had only one item on it.
    I unmuted the telly and flicked through the channels again. Quite suddenly, the handsomely-rugged face of Nathan Fillion filled the screen as I chanced upon a double bill rerun of Castle.
    ‘Yes!’ I punched the air. Castle