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Wendy rubbed her eyes as she tried to focus on the mountain of paperwork in front of her. She was sure the documents were breeding during the night: the pile seemed to grow every day, and she wasn’t sure how she could ever get it all dealt with.
She glanced up at the kitchenette area and saw Ryan Mackenzie making herself a hot drink. Keen to have a few minutes away from the computer screen and mound of papers, she walked over and started to make herself a coffee.
‘How are things with you?’ she asked Ryan.
‘Yeah, not bad. Same old s**t, y’know.’
‘Mandy well?’
‘Yeah, she’s good. She got a new car yesterday, so she’s busy dribbling all over that. I don’t see it myself, but there you go. That’s another five grand that won’t be going towards a house deposit.’
Wendy had seen Mandy’s f*
