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Rachel was due to head north for a short holiday at Port Macquarie in two days. She’d rented a studio looking out on the beach. An extravagance, but one she deserved after the disappointment of missing out on the promotion. It had gone to an outsider, a woman who used to work in the Paris head office.
How long had it been since she’d holidayed alone? She needed to escape the glitter of glass, the brilliance of man-made colours, and the scents designed to attract attention. Better to luxuriate in the shine of sun on sea, the blues and greens of the natural world, the scent of sand and surf. Beyond that, she needed to walk barefoot and feel the coarse sand between her toes instead of the hurt of high heels. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation.
Two more shifts. Could she make it?
Alic
