Chapter Thirteen
Diane locked her car. She had managed to squeeze into the last available spot in the small carpark next to the Hare & Tortoise.
Even though she only worked part time, the last two days since she’d got back from Portugal had been quite hectic. The fiscal year was ending and it was the busiest period of the year at Thompson & Associates. It seemed like all her clients had decided while she was away that they wanted some aspect of their accounts re-evaluated in view of the Brexit fallout, and that this needed to happen straight away.
After two days of near constant meetings, Diane had decided to reward herself with a meal in her favourite gastropub in the next village.
“Good evening, Mrs Thompson,” the maître d’ greeted her. “I’ve saved your favourite table for you.”
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