Investacorp had bought half-shares in the company a full eighteen months ago but they still thought of them as the Suits. He studied them for a minute, waiting, then threw a red foam ball at the ceiling and caught it. In their sombre grey, with their end-of-the-world expressions, they resembled a pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses. A man he vaguely recognized stood behind him another of the Suits. One Plus One – CH 3Įd was in the creatives’ room drinking coffee with Ronan when Sidney walked in. Tanzie guessed she was worried she was going to bump into one of her cleaning clients and they were going to ask what she was doing there. Mum lifted her chin and fiddled with her keys in her free hand, as if they were actually her car keys and she and Tanzie just happened to have parked somewhere nearby.
Tanzie watched them as she and Mum crossed the road from the bus stop, the drivers talking illegally into phones or mouthing at bug-eyed blond babies in the rear seats. Two rows of thirteen big shiny four-wheel-drives faced each other on each side of a gravel path, sliding in and out of the spaces at an average angle of 41 degrees, before the next in line moved in. Twenty-six cars sat in the car park at St Anne’s. Jess and Nathalie cleaned their spacious, Farrow-&-Ball-painted four-bedroom home twice a week when they were there, and once when they weren’t. They spent most of their time on the manicured stretch of the beach, and visited the town only to fill up their people-carrier with diesel or to top up their groceries at the retail park. Mrs Ritter generally stayed on throughout the holidays while her husband stayed in the city. They came down from London most weekends with their children. Back when the developers promised local families access to the swimming pool, and assured everyone that a large upmarket development would bring benefits to their little seaside town, instead of sucking out what remained of its life.
Jess and Nathalie had cleaned Mr and Mrs Ritter’s holiday home for almost three years, since the Beachfront holiday park was part paradise, part building site. Not because she stole it but because she didn’t. The irony did not escape Jessica Thomas that she lost the best job she’d ever had because of a diamond. You’ll laugh, you’ll weep, and when you flip the last page, you’ll want to start all over again. One Plus One is Jojo Moyes at her astounding best.
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