CHAPTER TWO
I rang the mobile number Frida had given me for her mother, but it rang out and went to message bank. I didn't leave a message, in case Carol didn't want to talk to me and blocked my call next time I rang. Surely she couldn't still be angry with me after all these years, but I wasn't taking any chances.
In the board meeting, I found it difficult to concentrate on the matters being discussed; my mind was still replaying Frida's visit.
‘What's your take on this, Jack?’ Keith Anderson, the senior operations manager, asked me. He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped over his paunch.
I remembered we were discussing increasing the budget of the sales and marketing department, so they could hold conferences on eco-friendly packaging and develop a higher profile in this fiel
