"Fine, quiet," Ylva said. "Cassie is off sick," that would do, Ylva didn't know if Isabella knew about Cassie's miscarriage, "so I'm taking her Friday night call myself. Daphne reckoned that Mr Saraf wouldn't much care as long as his escort was blonde. Would you - um - like me to call? Once you're home, I mean. I could drop round with the bookings file. You know the staff better than Daphne or I do."
And a visitor would be a distraction and show she was still essential and valued. Max - could go jump - he'd probably still be in bed anyway.