Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, all rights belong to ITV.

Just so all readers know, this is written a while after the whole thing with Frank, therefore Carla and Peter are still together but not married and do not work together and there will be no mention of Peter and Tina as a couple. Thanks xx

"But Mrs Connor, I can't find them. I was sure I left them on the hook but they've gone, disappeared!?"

"Look Kirk, How hard is it to look after one set of keys?! I leave you with one job, one bloody job, to get on with for the whole day but even that's too hard for you to understand!"

"I'm sorry Mrs Co.."

Kirk was quickly interrupted "Why is it that I have to do everything around here. Sean!" Carla yelled and Sean came running in.

"You screeched Mrs C?" Carla gave an evil glare.

"Will you help this incompetent fool find the keys for the van, he seems to have lost them... Well today would be nice Sean!"

"Oh, on it Mrs C" and with that Sean and Kirk opened the office door and ran off in a search for the lost keys. Why, Carla thought, is everyone so pathetic around here! I ask people to do simple tasks, pay them well, I am a nice, kind boss... well sort of, and they repay me with this nonsense. Right, well it's nearly 4:00pm; they will all be off home soon, thank god, then I can finally finish this invoicing and get back to Peter.

Carla locked the office door and made her way out of the factory. Finally, today had gone too slowly for her liking and she just wanted to get home and snuggle with her man. She walked along the cobbled streets in her killer black heels, tight, short, black skirt and red blouse, taking in deep breaths of the fresh, autumn, Weatherfield air. Her keys jangled as she took them out of her pocket and she began to unlock the flat door, quickly shutting and locking it behind her to stop the cold air from seeping in. As she walked up the main stairs she smelt a wonderful smell, possibly vanilla, cinnamon? She opened the door to see the lights dimmed and a few candles lit on the kitchen counters. How romantic! Peter was just perfect, everything she could have ever wanted. Clever, kind, thoughtful, handsome, scrap that, he was smoking and she knew tonight had been worth her tedious days work. She heard some ruffling in the bedroom and assumed he was trying to be all mysterious. She giggled to herself, took off her coat, put her bag on the table and unbuttoned the top few buttons on her blouse. She then slowly made her way to the bedroom door and took a step inside pressing her back against the wall seductively and biting her lip. Peter was crouching on his knees facing the chest of draws on the opposite wall, he was wearing a new top, strange, he must have gone out to the shops.

"Honey, I'm home" she whispered.

Peter turned around. Except, no, it wasn't Peter. It was not the man of her dreams but the man of her nightmares.

"Carla, looking gorgeous as ever, and what a surprise it is to see you here..."

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