about the mountainous task sheâd been given. She perused the document.
Thirty days to find an investor, theyâd said, and earn herself a huge bumper commission. Debts solved. Bank of Mum repaid. Ex-husbandâs alimony a mere formality. And be part of a new worldwide product distribution team that would take the international health food market by storm.
It was all happening so fast â perhaps those âlaws of attractionâ books really did work, and all that âohmmingâ and manifesting and visualisation was beginning to pay off. Or maybe she was just in the right place at the right time to have come across the money men chasing down a deal that was quickly circulating amongst the exclusive clique of venture capitalists? The advisor had explained to her that that was how it all worked, amongst the super-rich. With their âsuperyachts.â
Putting feelers out amongst her old university research department contacts had returned a very swiftly interested team of scientists eager to be involved in this exciting new power water called Frish. Some had even heard of Bill Galloway, the inventor, and were really impressed when she told them about her offer. Maybe now they wouldnât laugh at her and her high hopes.
She was going off in pursuit of her dream â to help improve the health of the nation. So what if it was only the health of Godalming, her little village near Guildford? She had to start somewhere, but admittedly so far it had been a bit of a struggle. The good folks of Surrey might have
heard
of manuka honey and acai berry, but they werenât rushing to buy it just yet. Still, maybe this new Frish performance water would be her salvation â in more ways than one.
Sadie finished checking her presentation and turned off her iPad, then pulled off the bathrobe and the rest of her clothes including the big knickers that helped her get into the skirt. Her belly-pooch sighed in relief and she squidged it. It had been with her as long as her youngest daughter had, and was her weak spot. Another reason why sheâd been happily devoting her life to work. And so what if it had cost her a social life? It had all been worth it, hadnât it? If her last attempt at a relationship was anything to go by, she wasnât missing much. Damian had been like having another big kid in the house. Mind you, his stupid shiny red Ferrari had cheesed off the girlsâ dad so much it was almost worth it just to see it wipe the smug look off his face.
She smiled to herself at the memory of that last awful session in the bedroom, kinked her little pinky finger and wiggled it, remembering it was true what they say about âlittleâ men and flashy cars. Another reason why he didnât last long.
In any sense.
Good job really that heâd gone â the girls could do without yet another bad male-role-model in their lives. Her mother brought enough of those to visit as it was, bless her hippy cotton socks.
Sadie looked at the photo of her girls on the side table by the hotel bed. They were chalk and cheese â but her finest hour. There was a handmade good luck card underneath the photo, and Sadie pulled it out like a talisman.
âGo get âem Supermumâ
was from Abi, and â
Bring home the Baconâ
from Georgia â which was funny considering her youngest had been veggie for a good seven years now, since she was ⦠oh, four, and cried when she found out sausages were made of Babe. Sadie shook her head. They were growing up so fast, her two very own musketeers. She was so lucky to have them, and she was so determined not to let them down.
Yes, this venture couldnât have come at a better time.
Sadie rubbed her feet. She made a dutiful call home, but no one answered so as usual she left a message.
âHi, guys. What an amazing hotel. What an amazing day â¦â
and what an amazing man
she thought to herself as she finished her message
Thirty days to find an investor, theyâd said, and earn herself a huge bumper commission. Debts solved. Bank of Mum repaid. Ex-husbandâs alimony a mere formality. And be part of a new worldwide product distribution team that would take the international health food market by storm.
It was all happening so fast â perhaps those âlaws of attractionâ books really did work, and all that âohmmingâ and manifesting and visualisation was beginning to pay off. Or maybe she was just in the right place at the right time to have come across the money men chasing down a deal that was quickly circulating amongst the exclusive clique of venture capitalists? The advisor had explained to her that that was how it all worked, amongst the super-rich. With their âsuperyachts.â
Putting feelers out amongst her old university research department contacts had returned a very swiftly interested team of scientists eager to be involved in this exciting new power water called Frish. Some had even heard of Bill Galloway, the inventor, and were really impressed when she told them about her offer. Maybe now they wouldnât laugh at her and her high hopes.
She was going off in pursuit of her dream â to help improve the health of the nation. So what if it was only the health of Godalming, her little village near Guildford? She had to start somewhere, but admittedly so far it had been a bit of a struggle. The good folks of Surrey might have
heard
of manuka honey and acai berry, but they werenât rushing to buy it just yet. Still, maybe this new Frish performance water would be her salvation â in more ways than one.
Sadie finished checking her presentation and turned off her iPad, then pulled off the bathrobe and the rest of her clothes including the big knickers that helped her get into the skirt. Her belly-pooch sighed in relief and she squidged it. It had been with her as long as her youngest daughter had, and was her weak spot. Another reason why sheâd been happily devoting her life to work. And so what if it had cost her a social life? It had all been worth it, hadnât it? If her last attempt at a relationship was anything to go by, she wasnât missing much. Damian had been like having another big kid in the house. Mind you, his stupid shiny red Ferrari had cheesed off the girlsâ dad so much it was almost worth it just to see it wipe the smug look off his face.
She smiled to herself at the memory of that last awful session in the bedroom, kinked her little pinky finger and wiggled it, remembering it was true what they say about âlittleâ men and flashy cars. Another reason why he didnât last long.
In any sense.
Good job really that heâd gone â the girls could do without yet another bad male-role-model in their lives. Her mother brought enough of those to visit as it was, bless her hippy cotton socks.
Sadie looked at the photo of her girls on the side table by the hotel bed. They were chalk and cheese â but her finest hour. There was a handmade good luck card underneath the photo, and Sadie pulled it out like a talisman.
âGo get âem Supermumâ
was from Abi, and â
Bring home the Baconâ
from Georgia â which was funny considering her youngest had been veggie for a good seven years now, since she was ⦠oh, four, and cried when she found out sausages were made of Babe. Sadie shook her head. They were growing up so fast, her two very own musketeers. She was so lucky to have them, and she was so determined not to let them down.
Yes, this venture couldnât have come at a better time.
Sadie rubbed her feet. She made a dutiful call home, but no one answered so as usual she left a message.
âHi, guys. What an amazing hotel. What an amazing day â¦â
and what an amazing man
she thought to herself as she finished her message
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