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‘What a pity,’ Maeve muttered out of the side of her mouth. ‘Just when we were ready to have fun.’

‘The boss won’t spoil the fun, will he?’ Sally hissed back.

‘He’s pretty cool actually,’ Maeve admitted. ‘In a remote and godlike kind of way. A bit out of our league.’

‘Fill in your nameplate, please,’ Janet told Logan. ‘In case anyone here doesn’t know you.’ She chuckled as she made this small joke, and there was a smattering of polite laughter.

Janet beamed at everyone. ‘Now, if you turn the nameplates over, you’ll find a word written under it.’

‘Here we go,’ muttered Maeve. ‘Party time.’ She grinned as she turned over her nameplate. ‘Oh, sweet. I’m Cinderella.’

Sally laughed. ‘I’m Butter.’

‘OK,’ said Janet. ‘I want you to mingle and chat until you find a partner whose name links with yours. For example, if you were given the nameSalt, you’ll need to find Pepper.’

Maeve chuckled. ‘Ripper. I’m off to find Prince Charming.’

Laughter and chatter filled the room as everyone wandered about, greeting people and trying to find their match.

‘I suppose I’m looking for Butterfly,’ Josie, the company’s solicitor, told Sally. ‘I’m Caterpillar.’

‘Maybe you should be looking for Leaf?’ Sally suggested.

Hank, the gentle, bespectacled IT guy, was Wolf. ‘You wouldn’t be Red Riding Hood, would you, Sally?’

‘Sorry.’

She studiously avoided Logan Black, but she was constantly aware of his tall, dark suited presence in her peripheral vision. He seemed to mix quite easily with his staff, which made her wonder about his customary indifference to her.

Before very long, couples found each other – Apple and Orange, Merry and Christmas, Romeo and Juliet. There was no obvious pairing of males with females, but Prince Charming turned out to be a rather hunky, suntanned, young geologist. Maeve sent Sally a wink and looked as pleased as a cat with more than her share of the cream.

Eventually, everyone had paired up except Sally, and she found herself left in the middle of the room, feeling just a little foolish and self-conscious.

‘Haven’t you found a partner?’ Janet asked her.

She shrugged and shook her head. ‘There doesn’t seem to be anyone here who matches with Butter.’

A strangely tense silence fell over the group and Sally wondered if everyone else in the room knew something she didn’t.

‘That would be me,’ said a deep, male voice from behind her.

She spun around and pins and needles danced over her skin as she met the cool, dark eyes of Logan Black. He smiled ever so faintly as he held up his nameplate and revealed one word:Bread.

‘Well, there you go!’ Janet looked delighted and actually clapped her hands.

Sally forced her face muscles to form a smile.

‘I want you to go off in your pairs. Move the chairs if you like. Or go next door to the canteen. Find somewhere private to sit where you can talk. In HR circles, we call this activityBlind Date. You have twenty minutes to get to know as much as you can about each other.’

It was a simple request and everyone else looked happy to pair up and find a place to sit. Maeve and her young geologist were already in a far corner, grinning stupidly at each other and clearly getting on like a bushfire.

Logan Black, however, made no attempt to approach Sally and she remained marooned in the middle of the room.

She’d never been a wallflower at a dance, but now she knew exactly how those poor girls had felt. If the boss was going to be stuffy about this, she might hold her head high and sweep out of the room.

‘Come on, you two.’ Janet was like a mother hen shooing her chicks. ‘Off you go. Get cracking with the questions.’

To Sally’s dismay, Logan Black, stuck his jaw at a belligerent angle and approached Janet, dipped his head and muttered something in her ear.

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