CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
'Hello, Miss Robinson? Hi. I'm calling from the Good Morning GB Studios. We've got rather a lot of mail for you here and we'd like to arrange for it to be delivered to you. Would it be possible for you to give me your address? Alternatively, if you'd rather not do that, can you tell us where else we can deliver it to?' asked the woman sweetly.
'Erm, of course,' I said not quite sure what to tell her. 'Please can you hold for a moment?' I asked as I covered the phone and looked across at Julianne while we sat in her office. Explaining the situation, Julianne insisted I tell them to have it delivered to Liberty.
'Erm, hello? Can you deliver it to the office of Liberty magazine in London please? Thank you so much,' I said before putting my mobile back in my handbag.
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