Belle and I were both wrecked after the work party – she from alcohol consumption, I from lack of sleep.

It was the receptionist who discovered us still attempting to dance in the office the following morning. She was a little worse for wear herself, but at least she had gone home to bed for a few hours. We had just kept on partying.

Even now, Belle was still obviously drunk. Thankfully I was now dressed, although my make-do outfit was very bizarre. I’d found an abandoned fawn shirt dress on a hanger that just about covered me. I reckoned that anything was better than appearing naked when the rest of our colleagues turned up for the start of the working day.