I want to get ready – for tonight.’ ‘Of course, Nina.’ ‘Would you like me to fix you a drink before I go?’ She wasn’t even sure why she said it, except that her boss had seemed so melancholy earlier, not at all like a man whose wife was about to throw New York’s party of the year. ‘No, Nina, I’m fine. You go.’ Frank’s secretary smiled and said, ‘I’ve left your tuxedo behind the door – you’re not going home first?’ ‘My wife wants to meet me there. She wants her dress to be a surprise.’ Nina beamed. God, how happy he and Joy sounded. ‘I am so looking forward to the party, sir.’ ‘Well,’ he said smiling, ‘so am I.’ What a good liar he was. ‘I’ll see you later, then,’ she said. Frank had insisted that all twenty people in his office be invited to Joy’s birthday party. ‘I don’t know where I’ll put them,’ Joy had said.
