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overwhelmed about how the day had turned out.
"What are you thinking about? You're in a world of your own," Charlie asked, moving a huge bucket of cream lilies. "You should be over the moon."
Leah shook herself. "I am, really I am," she replied, trying to get back to reality.
§
Two days later a courier brought some papers for Leah and Charlie to sign, and waited as they read them through. The plan was all approved, and the money would hopefully be transferred soon.
They signed, gave the papers back to the courier and waited.
It was there! In her back account: fifty thousand pounds. Leah could hardly believe it. So soon, no problems, no meetings or awkward questions. They could start spending it whenever they wanted. Her life was changing for the better and Leah decided she was going to grab the opportunity with both hands.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Leah was busier than she had ever been, making plans, contacting workmen, helping in the shop and on top of all that, still doing the deliveries. They had decided that they might be able to afford a new van, and she wanted to have it customised – green with gold writing for the name of the shop. Something eye catching; a good image.
She was still out delivering the floral arrangements to hotels, restaurants and offices – including Centrax.
She made sure she was dressed properly, her hair tidy, as she made the journey up and down in the lift to the Centrax offices twice a week.
She didn't quite know whether or not she wanted to bump into James, or if she could even face him. He’d never contacted her, and Leah knew she wouldn't handle the situation with any sort of composure. She would just go weak at the knees at the sight of him. She knew she had to try and forget that day in Oxford.
She simply put the flower arrangements for Reception and Amanda's office on the large desk, said a few words to the receptionist, just to keep things on a friendly note, and disappeared into the lift.
Once or twice she saw Amanda, who would pass the time of day or wave quickly to her. She always seemed to be busy, efficiently organised and elegantly dressed.
Leah wished she herself could give the same sort of impression.
One Thursday, as she was making the usual delivery, Jude, the receptionist, seemed to be ready to talk. She was a little on edge, jumpy, but leaned over the huge desk and whispered to Leah.
"It's been terrible here today. Amanda has gone!"
"Gone?" Leah was surprised; Amanda had seemed to run the office and she was the one that Leah was supposed to report to about the shop and the loan.
"You mean she's found another job?" she asked.
Jude looked around carefully, making sure that the there was no-one else in the area before speaking.
"There was a scene yesterday. Mr Willoughby heard her say something in the general office. We don't know what exactly, but she was talking to one of the computer guys, and made a comment about some financial thing, a loan or something. She didn't realise Mr Willoughby had come out of a meeting to collect something and was just behind her."
"Oh?" Leah was intrigued.
The perfect Amanda, acting totally out of character.
"What happened next?"
"He took her into his office and people heard him shouting. He never usually shouts. She was in there for some time and when she came out she was white as a sheet. She went into her own office and shut the door. And then at lunchtime she went home."
"Where is she now?" Leah asked. She wanted to hear the rest, but someone had just come out of the lift, she waited until he walked down the corridor.
"She's been transferred to one of the branch offices, demoted. We're all a bit shaken."
"What had she said, about a loan?"
Leah had a sudden, dreadful feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. Could Amanda have been talking about her loan – the one to the shop? Perhaps she’d disapproved, thought it a foolish investment, and expressed her opinion.
"No idea.
"What are you thinking about? You're in a world of your own," Charlie asked, moving a huge bucket of cream lilies. "You should be over the moon."
Leah shook herself. "I am, really I am," she replied, trying to get back to reality.
§
Two days later a courier brought some papers for Leah and Charlie to sign, and waited as they read them through. The plan was all approved, and the money would hopefully be transferred soon.
They signed, gave the papers back to the courier and waited.
It was there! In her back account: fifty thousand pounds. Leah could hardly believe it. So soon, no problems, no meetings or awkward questions. They could start spending it whenever they wanted. Her life was changing for the better and Leah decided she was going to grab the opportunity with both hands.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Leah was busier than she had ever been, making plans, contacting workmen, helping in the shop and on top of all that, still doing the deliveries. They had decided that they might be able to afford a new van, and she wanted to have it customised – green with gold writing for the name of the shop. Something eye catching; a good image.
She was still out delivering the floral arrangements to hotels, restaurants and offices – including Centrax.
She made sure she was dressed properly, her hair tidy, as she made the journey up and down in the lift to the Centrax offices twice a week.
She didn't quite know whether or not she wanted to bump into James, or if she could even face him. He’d never contacted her, and Leah knew she wouldn't handle the situation with any sort of composure. She would just go weak at the knees at the sight of him. She knew she had to try and forget that day in Oxford.
She simply put the flower arrangements for Reception and Amanda's office on the large desk, said a few words to the receptionist, just to keep things on a friendly note, and disappeared into the lift.
Once or twice she saw Amanda, who would pass the time of day or wave quickly to her. She always seemed to be busy, efficiently organised and elegantly dressed.
Leah wished she herself could give the same sort of impression.
One Thursday, as she was making the usual delivery, Jude, the receptionist, seemed to be ready to talk. She was a little on edge, jumpy, but leaned over the huge desk and whispered to Leah.
"It's been terrible here today. Amanda has gone!"
"Gone?" Leah was surprised; Amanda had seemed to run the office and she was the one that Leah was supposed to report to about the shop and the loan.
"You mean she's found another job?" she asked.
Jude looked around carefully, making sure that the there was no-one else in the area before speaking.
"There was a scene yesterday. Mr Willoughby heard her say something in the general office. We don't know what exactly, but she was talking to one of the computer guys, and made a comment about some financial thing, a loan or something. She didn't realise Mr Willoughby had come out of a meeting to collect something and was just behind her."
"Oh?" Leah was intrigued.
The perfect Amanda, acting totally out of character.
"What happened next?"
"He took her into his office and people heard him shouting. He never usually shouts. She was in there for some time and when she came out she was white as a sheet. She went into her own office and shut the door. And then at lunchtime she went home."
"Where is she now?" Leah asked. She wanted to hear the rest, but someone had just come out of the lift, she waited until he walked down the corridor.
"She's been transferred to one of the branch offices, demoted. We're all a bit shaken."
"What had she said, about a loan?"
Leah had a sudden, dreadful feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. Could Amanda have been talking about her loan – the one to the shop? Perhaps she’d disapproved, thought it a foolish investment, and expressed her opinion.
"No idea.
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