She glared at the smartly dressed woman, who had just insulted the boss again. Thankful that Ollie had seen fit to give her the full version although printing it with the agreed ommissions. Although she was surprised to realise it didn't change her opinion as radically as she would have thought. That damned man had obviously got under her skin.
"You know, I don't think I will ever understand women like you. You have everything - the man you chose, a beautiful child, but it's not enough for you. Rather than leave him, you find someone else behind his back. And then you kick him to the kerb. But that still isn't enough so as soon as he finds himself a place to settle, you have to come and try to destroy it for him.
The woman looked bored, but Ellie could see she was a little shaken.
"So he has got himself a little champion. How did he do that I wonder? It can't be his bedside manner, he doesn't have one. So how long have you two been having an affair?
"I, we, um, no. No! He wouldn't. I wouldn't."
"We all know you wouldn't if I was the last man alive." He drawled from the doorway. "Get Miller." He stepped in to let her out. "And you, leave Miller out of whatever you are planning."
The resultant meeting behind closed doors seemed tense, but ended relatively amicably.
She hovered in his doorway, unsure of quite what to say, but feeling the need to clear the air.
"What is it Miller?"
"Just ... not quite, sir."
"Not quite what?"
"Not quite the last man alive."
He took a moment to process that and then gave a bark of laughter.
"So?"
"There might be one or two people I would be less likely to sleep with."
He grinned at her briefly, then shooed her away.
"Go home, Miller."
She smiled. Mission accomplished.