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I went to his desk on the Monday morning at ten past nine, in front of everyone, and said, “Have you got ten minutes? Bracket detail.”

We went to the small meeting room with the glass wall, which I had chosen deliberately, and sat on opposite sides of the table with the door shut and the blind up, so that anyone in the office could see two colleagues talking and nobody could hear a word.

“I’ve written it down,” I said, “because I’ll do it badly otherwise.”

“You don’t have to—“

“I do, actually. Let me.”

He put his hands flat on the table and waited. That is one of the few things I will always give him: when I asked for the room, he gave me the room.

“One,” I said. “I kissed you. You didn’t kiss me. I walked four feet and I did it, and I’m not…