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corners and lifting the dust,
rearranging the sweet smelling goods on display and generally sprucing things up. On
Friday her bag turned up, wrapped in brown paper and posted by some unseen GLM
employee she assumed, as there was no note simply an unsigned company compliments
slip. It was a relief to have her bits and pieces back. By the weekend she had begun to get
things back into perspective, when Geth called for her, if he called for her, she would just
explain that she really did not want to go to dinner with him, simple. He couldn’t make her
go out with him, he would have to see that, she thought as she bent to pick up the
Saturday morning post.
Leafing through the usual mix of bills and circulars she found a heavy official looking
envelope. Upon opening it she stopped dead in her tracks, the letter from the leasing
company she rented the shop and her little flat from wrote to inform residents of a change
of ownership. She scanned the letter with growing unease, it was vague about the details,
only seeking to inform residents of the change, reassure them there was nothing to fear
and promising to pass on any relevant information as it became available. it did indeed
sound as if there was nothing to worry about, but she resolved to check her tenancy
agreement and make an appointment the following week with her solicitor to check her
legal position anyway.
She had also decided that she would get around to the protest site as early as she
could this morning, to see what they planned to do next and play her full part in whatever
that may be. She was fairly certain no-one would find out how GLM had got the upper
hand, but she felt the least she could do was be up there in the forefront of the next phase
of the battle. Not only to assuage her guilt, but the thought had come to her that if Gethyn
saw she was still set on supporting the enemy, he might think again about his misplaced
interest in her. Maybe he would see that to her, he was not so irresistible. So an hour later
she loaded the car with supplies, enough breakfast muesli and goats milk for all and set off
for the protest camp, which was just over a mile away on the outskirts of Llan-aberth.
As she’d expected the camp was alive with activity, far from giving up, the protestors
were in the process of blockading the road and preparations were well in hand, she soon
found out, to cut through the newly erected chain link fencing and re-occupy the land they
were fighting to save. All around the site entrance was chaos, GLM 4x4s were edging their
way in despite the efforts of the protestors, who were doing their utmost to stop anyone
entering the site. There was very little room for other vehicles and Lexie decided to unload
all her supplies and then drive back down the road to park about fifty yards away. If the
cutting of the fence did take place, then you could be sure the police would be involved
and she might be glad to slip away unnoticed if things got too much. Geth’s promise to
handle things legally was fresh in her memory. By the time she walked back to the protest
things were a little calmer, no more GLM vehicles seemed to be driving through and
protestors were milling around a little aimlessly waiting for whatever would come next.
Lexie took the opportunity to pass around breakfast and as she did so she chatted with a
few people she was a little familiar with, trying to get a feel for how they might progress. It
seemed their leader, a small, intense, wiry individual who went by the adopted name of
Rowan, hadn’t arrived yet, once he did, they warned, it might get nasty, for that was when
the fence would be cut and they would re-occupy the land. Rowan was just making sure
the press was there, it would be essential that they reported on any heavy handed tactics
from the opposition, for they were sure GLM would bring in the police and try to forcibly
eject the peaceful protestors. The boss had arrived already and his