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Authors: Melissa Hill
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that day, collected his and Chloe’s invitations.
Debbie was soothing. “Mr Hunt, I appreciate your position – really I do. But these things happen. With the surnames being so similar, and the closeness of the wedding dates –”
“Oh for goodness sake!” Dan interjected. “If you people can’t be bothered to double- check names and dates, considering the business you’re in …” he trailed off and shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Debbie tried a different tactic. “Well, I could offer you a small discount on the invoiced amount – ”
“I don’t want a discount! I want an explanation as to how this could have happened. Do you have any idea how much trouble this could cause? Do you have any bloody idea?”
“Certainly a mistake has been made, Mr Hunt. But the other party identified the mix-up and returned the box immediately. While your invites are here waiting for you, Ms Fanning is still waiting for hers to be returned.”
Dan knew what she was trying to say – that Laura was the one who should be standing here ranting and raving about mistakes – but Debbie didn’t understand, did she?
“Can you let me have a contact number for the other lady?” he asked suddenly. “It’s important that I speak with her … to explain.”
“Mr Hunt, our client’s details are private,” Debbie stated firmly, “but I can assure you that I have explained the situation to Ms Fanning, and she’s been quite lovely about it and –”
“Can you just give me the damn phone number?” he bellowed impatiently.
Debbie took a step back, and Dan could tell by her demeanour that she was beginning to lose patience with him.
“No disrespect intended, Mr Hunt, but these things happen,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “The other client was absolutely fine about it, and there’s been no harm done. Now, I’m very sorry, but there’s very little else I can do and –”
Dan didn’t wait for her to finish; he just grabbed the invites, shook his head, and marched out the door.
These things happen, Debbie had said. No harm done.
Little did she know.
9
“ H ey Helen , guess where I’m off to next weekend?”
On her way out the door, Helen turned and fixed twenty-one-year-old Tom Russell with a look that almost cut him in half. “ Hay is something one generally finds under a horse, Tom.”
Tom swallowed nervously, and at this, Helen grinned.
“Where are you off to then?” she asked easily.
He was relieved. Sometimes you just didn’t know what way the wind blew with the boss. One minute she was all smiles and chat, and the next she was cold as ice. He supposed that was why some of the others on their team were more than a little afraid of her, which in turn meant that they tended to perform well, and Helen’s monthly sales figures tended to be better than most.
“Anfield. Two tickets, Kop Stand, corner flag,” he grinned.
“You’re kidding.” Helen was definitely interested now. “For the pre-season game with Madrid? Should be some game.”
“The very one.” Tom looked mightily pleased with himself. Football was the one thing that got always Helen Jackson’s motor running. Her eyes lit up in the same way most other women’s did when they stumbled across a bargain in the sales.
“How did you manage that? Those tickets are almost impossible to get.”
“Not when you have a mate who’s well in with the ticket office over there.”
“You never told me that.”
“You never asked. Anyway, myself and my mate are going over this weekend – but if you ever fancy going sometime …”
Helen laughed. “I might hold you to that, Tom.”
Tom had to stop himself from actually drooling as she eased smoothly past his desk and out the door. Even her walk was erotic.
10
H elen turned out of the XL car park and drove towards her childminder’s house. Tom’s ‘invitation’ had reminded her of just how long it was since she’d been to a football match. Four years at least,
Debbie was soothing. “Mr Hunt, I appreciate your position – really I do. But these things happen. With the surnames being so similar, and the closeness of the wedding dates –”
“Oh for goodness sake!” Dan interjected. “If you people can’t be bothered to double- check names and dates, considering the business you’re in …” he trailed off and shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Debbie tried a different tactic. “Well, I could offer you a small discount on the invoiced amount – ”
“I don’t want a discount! I want an explanation as to how this could have happened. Do you have any idea how much trouble this could cause? Do you have any bloody idea?”
“Certainly a mistake has been made, Mr Hunt. But the other party identified the mix-up and returned the box immediately. While your invites are here waiting for you, Ms Fanning is still waiting for hers to be returned.”
Dan knew what she was trying to say – that Laura was the one who should be standing here ranting and raving about mistakes – but Debbie didn’t understand, did she?
“Can you let me have a contact number for the other lady?” he asked suddenly. “It’s important that I speak with her … to explain.”
“Mr Hunt, our client’s details are private,” Debbie stated firmly, “but I can assure you that I have explained the situation to Ms Fanning, and she’s been quite lovely about it and –”
“Can you just give me the damn phone number?” he bellowed impatiently.
Debbie took a step back, and Dan could tell by her demeanour that she was beginning to lose patience with him.
“No disrespect intended, Mr Hunt, but these things happen,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “The other client was absolutely fine about it, and there’s been no harm done. Now, I’m very sorry, but there’s very little else I can do and –”
Dan didn’t wait for her to finish; he just grabbed the invites, shook his head, and marched out the door.
These things happen, Debbie had said. No harm done.
Little did she know.
9
“ H ey Helen , guess where I’m off to next weekend?”
On her way out the door, Helen turned and fixed twenty-one-year-old Tom Russell with a look that almost cut him in half. “ Hay is something one generally finds under a horse, Tom.”
Tom swallowed nervously, and at this, Helen grinned.
“Where are you off to then?” she asked easily.
He was relieved. Sometimes you just didn’t know what way the wind blew with the boss. One minute she was all smiles and chat, and the next she was cold as ice. He supposed that was why some of the others on their team were more than a little afraid of her, which in turn meant that they tended to perform well, and Helen’s monthly sales figures tended to be better than most.
“Anfield. Two tickets, Kop Stand, corner flag,” he grinned.
“You’re kidding.” Helen was definitely interested now. “For the pre-season game with Madrid? Should be some game.”
“The very one.” Tom looked mightily pleased with himself. Football was the one thing that got always Helen Jackson’s motor running. Her eyes lit up in the same way most other women’s did when they stumbled across a bargain in the sales.
“How did you manage that? Those tickets are almost impossible to get.”
“Not when you have a mate who’s well in with the ticket office over there.”
“You never told me that.”
“You never asked. Anyway, myself and my mate are going over this weekend – but if you ever fancy going sometime …”
Helen laughed. “I might hold you to that, Tom.”
Tom had to stop himself from actually drooling as she eased smoothly past his desk and out the door. Even her walk was erotic.
10
H elen turned out of the XL car park and drove towards her childminder’s house. Tom’s ‘invitation’ had reminded her of just how long it was since she’d been to a football match. Four years at least,
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