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Authors: Julie Butterfield
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pulled back the curtains, enough to let
in some of the hard, bright winter light and then walked over to
the sitting area where she did the same, gazing down onto the
street below.
It was busy.
Workers still flooded the streets, buses and taxis lined the road.
Everybody busy, everybody with somewhere to go. Rebecca turned back
and sat by the small coffee table. It had occurred to her yesterday
that she had no means of checking her bank account. So she had made
a quick visit to the nearest electrical shop and now a brand new
laptop sat on top of the piles of brochures, magazines and leaflets
that were starting to accrue.
She had asked
for the password for the hotel’s Wi-Fi the night before and she had
checked her bank account, which showed exactly zero.
But today was
Friday and the balance should be a whole lot more.
It wasn’t until
she had logged into her bank account and was watching the swirling
circle as the page loaded that Rebecca realised she was holding her
breath.
She exhaled,
loud and deep just as the circle completed and on the screen came
her balance.
15.7 million
pounds.
It was there in
black and white. Her account held 15.7 million pounds. She counted
the noughts just to be sure but there really was no mistake.
Rebecca Miles had 15.7 million in her account.
Chapter 6
It was Monday
morning and Rebecca was on an early shift at the Deli. She had
arrived home on Sunday afternoon, having extended her stay at
Quebecs. She had met Sarah again and taken her shopping, refusing
to listen to her insistence to pay her own way. She had done a
little more shopping herself but had been quite restrained, after
all where would she wear all these new clothes? As yet she had told
no-one about her win. She was carrying on with life as normal and
Rebecca’s normal life did not include a wardrobe of new clothes.
But she had visited a hairdresser and her hair had been cut and
coloured back to the vibrant auburn tones of ten years earlier and
she had been amazed at the difference it made to her face. She’d
also spent a few more hours in Debenhams, wandering through the
household section and visualising all the soft bath towels lined up
in her bathroom, choosing the pans that would be in her kitchen,
picking out a new colour scheme for her bedroom.
And she had
also bought a house.
Annie had
phoned her only a few hours after they had visited Beech Grange to
tell Rebecca that her offer had been accepted, the house and the
majority of the furniture was hers. The owners were looking for a
quick sale and were delighted that Rebecca wanted to move things
along so speedily. Details were exchanged, solicitors engaged and
Rebecca was told that in the absence of any problems the house
would be hers within the next few weeks.
She had
returned to Darlington with a far bigger suitcase. The new laptop
was packed at the bottom under her new trousers and trench coat,
the new phone she had bought on impulse tucked next to it. Rebecca
had never bothered with a mobile. But with solicitors, bank
managers and estate agents all now needing to keep in touch, she
had wandered into a shop and come out clutching a phone that was a
complete mystery to her but which now contained her new list of
contacts.
The first thing
on her list of things to do was to tell Daniel. He needed to know
so that they could actually move on with their new lives. The
holiday brochures that Rebecca had brought home from Tesco were now
tucked at the bottom of her underwear drawer and even Rebecca
appreciated that it would be hard to fit in a two week luxury break
on a tropical island without her husband noticing.
She needed to
tell him. Sooner rather than later. Especially as she seemed to
have bought a house.
Except when she
got home the house was empty and there was a brief note from Daniel
that simply said ‘golf’. There were pots in the sink and food on
the surface. The takeaway menu was next to the kettle and Rebecca
felt a tiny moment of guilt that she
in some of the hard, bright winter light and then walked over to
the sitting area where she did the same, gazing down onto the
street below.
It was busy.
Workers still flooded the streets, buses and taxis lined the road.
Everybody busy, everybody with somewhere to go. Rebecca turned back
and sat by the small coffee table. It had occurred to her yesterday
that she had no means of checking her bank account. So she had made
a quick visit to the nearest electrical shop and now a brand new
laptop sat on top of the piles of brochures, magazines and leaflets
that were starting to accrue.
She had asked
for the password for the hotel’s Wi-Fi the night before and she had
checked her bank account, which showed exactly zero.
But today was
Friday and the balance should be a whole lot more.
It wasn’t until
she had logged into her bank account and was watching the swirling
circle as the page loaded that Rebecca realised she was holding her
breath.
She exhaled,
loud and deep just as the circle completed and on the screen came
her balance.
15.7 million
pounds.
It was there in
black and white. Her account held 15.7 million pounds. She counted
the noughts just to be sure but there really was no mistake.
Rebecca Miles had 15.7 million in her account.
Chapter 6
It was Monday
morning and Rebecca was on an early shift at the Deli. She had
arrived home on Sunday afternoon, having extended her stay at
Quebecs. She had met Sarah again and taken her shopping, refusing
to listen to her insistence to pay her own way. She had done a
little more shopping herself but had been quite restrained, after
all where would she wear all these new clothes? As yet she had told
no-one about her win. She was carrying on with life as normal and
Rebecca’s normal life did not include a wardrobe of new clothes.
But she had visited a hairdresser and her hair had been cut and
coloured back to the vibrant auburn tones of ten years earlier and
she had been amazed at the difference it made to her face. She’d
also spent a few more hours in Debenhams, wandering through the
household section and visualising all the soft bath towels lined up
in her bathroom, choosing the pans that would be in her kitchen,
picking out a new colour scheme for her bedroom.
And she had
also bought a house.
Annie had
phoned her only a few hours after they had visited Beech Grange to
tell Rebecca that her offer had been accepted, the house and the
majority of the furniture was hers. The owners were looking for a
quick sale and were delighted that Rebecca wanted to move things
along so speedily. Details were exchanged, solicitors engaged and
Rebecca was told that in the absence of any problems the house
would be hers within the next few weeks.
She had
returned to Darlington with a far bigger suitcase. The new laptop
was packed at the bottom under her new trousers and trench coat,
the new phone she had bought on impulse tucked next to it. Rebecca
had never bothered with a mobile. But with solicitors, bank
managers and estate agents all now needing to keep in touch, she
had wandered into a shop and come out clutching a phone that was a
complete mystery to her but which now contained her new list of
contacts.
The first thing
on her list of things to do was to tell Daniel. He needed to know
so that they could actually move on with their new lives. The
holiday brochures that Rebecca had brought home from Tesco were now
tucked at the bottom of her underwear drawer and even Rebecca
appreciated that it would be hard to fit in a two week luxury break
on a tropical island without her husband noticing.
She needed to
tell him. Sooner rather than later. Especially as she seemed to
have bought a house.
Except when she
got home the house was empty and there was a brief note from Daniel
that simply said ‘golf’. There were pots in the sink and food on
the surface. The takeaway menu was next to the kettle and Rebecca
felt a tiny moment of guilt that she
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