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Authors: June Moonbridge
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All those events occupied my mind and before I knew it I had drained the bottle and there were only a few drops falling into my empty glass.
“Hell,” I said out loud. Taking the glass and bottle into the kitchen, I realised it was too late to go to the laboratory. I was not in the mood to clean up. The decision to go to bed was the only sane one to take.
Sunday was a peaceful day. I stayed at home and was undisturbed. Even Anne-Marie didn’t come to check on me. It was unusual for her but I thought she and her family had perhaps gone on a trip or decided to visit her parents.
I spent the whole morning in the laboratory. First I cleaned all the dirty glassware: beakers, flasks, bottles and whatever I had used the previous day and, while doing that, a new idea for a perfume rose in my mind. I started to mix it, but just couldn’t find the right note. Not even one sample satisfied my nose. The first one was too sweet; the second had too much lemon scent, the third … I realised my nose was just not co-operating.
I was hungry and called the Chinese takeaway and ordered some food. As I waited for it, I decided to take a short walk by the sea. The sea breeze always cleared my mind and my nose. That was something I desperately needed.
When I came back, the food delivery guy was at my door. I paid for the meal and looked across the street. Anne-Marie’s house was still quiet. No one was home. It looked like they’d taken the dogs with them, too, and that was strange. Philippe hated those dogs.
A quick check of the clock reminded me that the race was about to begin, so I hurried into the house and turned the television on. I was on time: the formation lap had just started.
After the formation lap was over, and as soon as all the race cars were on their positions, the race started. At the first corner Lorcan overtook and was in second place.
Not five minutes later, my mobile rang. I checked the screen and answered.
“I’m watching.”
“I know,” Dame answered. “Any comments?”
“What should I comment on?” I didn’t even hear him properly, because my eyes and ears closely monitored the reporters’ comments on the television. I heard Harry trying to conceal a silent laughter.
“You don’t know why he started at third?” Harry asked again. I started to pay more attention to what he was saying.
“He said he was distracted,” I said. Harry was laughing out loud.
“Yes, he was,” he said. “You really don’t know what distracted him?”
“Oh, come on,” I answered angrily. I had missed the commentators’ thoughts on an incident that had brought the safety car onto the track.
“What happened?” I asked him.
“When? Yesterday, or right now?” I started to ask myself if it would be rude to disconnect the line. I sighed.
“What just happened? I didn’t see it and I was listening to you instead of the commentators.” There was a silence on the other side.
“Dame?”
“I’m still here. I’ll leave you to watch the race. If your curiosity gets the better of you afterwards and you want to know what happened to knock Shore into the third starting position, call me.” He disconnected the line without saying ‘good-bye’. As unusual for him as that might be, I wasn’t bothered. I wanted to watch the race in peace.
After almost two and a half hours, the race was over and Lorcan Shore had finished second. His team had given everything in their power to minimise the time spent in the box, but overtaking was just too hard on the streets of Monte Carlo, even for ordinary drivers on a daily basis.
I didn’t stay to watch the press conference. I knew I had too much work to do. Three different fragrances needed to be created for three waiting clients. Two were close to being completed, one … not even close. I knew the client who ordered it was hassling Dame and gave him no peace, yet he didn’t say anything. I owed it to him to finish them. And fast.
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All those events occupied my mind and before I knew it I had drained the bottle and there were only a few drops falling into my empty glass.
“Hell,” I said out loud. Taking the glass and bottle into the kitchen, I realised it was too late to go to the laboratory. I was not in the mood to clean up. The decision to go to bed was the only sane one to take.
Sunday was a peaceful day. I stayed at home and was undisturbed. Even Anne-Marie didn’t come to check on me. It was unusual for her but I thought she and her family had perhaps gone on a trip or decided to visit her parents.
I spent the whole morning in the laboratory. First I cleaned all the dirty glassware: beakers, flasks, bottles and whatever I had used the previous day and, while doing that, a new idea for a perfume rose in my mind. I started to mix it, but just couldn’t find the right note. Not even one sample satisfied my nose. The first one was too sweet; the second had too much lemon scent, the third … I realised my nose was just not co-operating.
I was hungry and called the Chinese takeaway and ordered some food. As I waited for it, I decided to take a short walk by the sea. The sea breeze always cleared my mind and my nose. That was something I desperately needed.
When I came back, the food delivery guy was at my door. I paid for the meal and looked across the street. Anne-Marie’s house was still quiet. No one was home. It looked like they’d taken the dogs with them, too, and that was strange. Philippe hated those dogs.
A quick check of the clock reminded me that the race was about to begin, so I hurried into the house and turned the television on. I was on time: the formation lap had just started.
After the formation lap was over, and as soon as all the race cars were on their positions, the race started. At the first corner Lorcan overtook and was in second place.
Not five minutes later, my mobile rang. I checked the screen and answered.
“I’m watching.”
“I know,” Dame answered. “Any comments?”
“What should I comment on?” I didn’t even hear him properly, because my eyes and ears closely monitored the reporters’ comments on the television. I heard Harry trying to conceal a silent laughter.
“You don’t know why he started at third?” Harry asked again. I started to pay more attention to what he was saying.
“He said he was distracted,” I said. Harry was laughing out loud.
“Yes, he was,” he said. “You really don’t know what distracted him?”
“Oh, come on,” I answered angrily. I had missed the commentators’ thoughts on an incident that had brought the safety car onto the track.
“What happened?” I asked him.
“When? Yesterday, or right now?” I started to ask myself if it would be rude to disconnect the line. I sighed.
“What just happened? I didn’t see it and I was listening to you instead of the commentators.” There was a silence on the other side.
“Dame?”
“I’m still here. I’ll leave you to watch the race. If your curiosity gets the better of you afterwards and you want to know what happened to knock Shore into the third starting position, call me.” He disconnected the line without saying ‘good-bye’. As unusual for him as that might be, I wasn’t bothered. I wanted to watch the race in peace.
After almost two and a half hours, the race was over and Lorcan Shore had finished second. His team had given everything in their power to minimise the time spent in the box, but overtaking was just too hard on the streets of Monte Carlo, even for ordinary drivers on a daily basis.
I didn’t stay to watch the press conference. I knew I had too much work to do. Three different fragrances needed to be created for three waiting clients. Two were close to being completed, one … not even close. I knew the client who ordered it was hassling Dame and gave him no peace, yet he didn’t say anything. I owed it to him to finish them. And fast.
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