Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Praise for Anna Bell
- Also by Anna Bell
- About the Author
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- Prologue
- About the Publisher
‘Everything OK?’ I ask.
‘Yes and no,’ he says, his phone pinging. ‘There’s a problem with a merger that we thought would sail through without any issues. The company selling has added an addendum which the buyers are refusing.’
‘Do you need to go back into work?’
He pinches at the bridge of his nose.
‘I don’t think so, but I might have to make another call. But hopefully that’ll be it.’ He winces, looking apologetic.
‘That’s not a problem.’
‘Right, well, I’ll get this phone call out the way before it starts.’
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and heads back out.
I reach for my glass of wine and glance back over to the function room. Now Yas and Dave have joined Aaron and they’re huddled round a phone looking crestfallen.
I pick up our drinks and head on over.
‘Hello,’ I say, trying my best to smile, but the closer I get the more I pick up that something is very wrong.
Yas looks close to tears and she tries to nod a hello.
‘Hayley can’t make it; she’s fallen over and she thinks she might have broken her leg.’
‘Oh no, poor Hayley.’
‘I know, luckily Brian’s there to take care of her. But it means that we haven’t got enough for a team. It’s a minimum of four.’
Now I understand the disappointment.
‘Can’t you get someone else?’
‘Not at this short notice,’ says Aaron. ‘It’s due to start in fifteen minutes. I don’t know anyone that could get here in time … Unless.’
He looks up at me with an intent expression on his face. I can almost see the cogs turning.
‘Oh no.’ I shake my head and put my hands up in front of me. ‘I can’t do it.’
‘I think it’s the only way we could still do this.’
Yas and Dave look up, pleading with their eyes.
‘But I couldn’t get up there in front of all those people and I couldn’t make things up on the spot.’ I break out in a cold sweat.
‘There won’t be that many people watching,’ says Dave, ‘and we’ll make sure we do all the donkey work. You don’t even need to say anything, just kind of react a bit to what we say.’
Even the thought of that terrifies me.
‘Please, Edie,’ says Yas.
I hear the desperation in her voice. If only Miles wasn’t having to deal with work or he could have stepped up. He would be much better at it than me.