He drew a final breath. “And if you want it, you’ve got me,” he said, diffidently, not daring to look up.
Then Laurie didmeet his gaze. Even looking at the floor, Phil caught the sharp movement and slowly raised his own eyes to meet it.
“Have I though?” Laurie said. “Aren’t you going back to your highfalutin London job, once your unpleasantness is resolved?”
Phil shook his head. “That’s what I came to talk to you about,” he said. “My old boss, Portnoy, came to see me this morning. I’m cleared, they have evidence Richard was shagging people in sensitive positions and insider trading on the pillow talk. He’s flitted. I’m completely in the clear.” He was surprised at how calm his voice was.
It started to shake a bit though, when he made himself say, “I don’t know, now, if I want to go back. It doesn’t seem as pressing as it did before. I wondered if, maybe…if I stayed…whether there might be a place for me here?”
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