Georgia Bing looked up from her laptop when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
The door opened and a tall, handsome woman in her late fifties with reddish-brown hair entered Georgia’s office, a collection of files in her arms. She grinned at Georgia.
“You ready for me?”
“You make it sound like I should be on my couch naked and covered in marmite.”
“Marmite?”
The woman looked confused. Georgia shook her head and took off her glasses.
“Don’t ask. I’ve no idea why I said marmite.” She rubbed at her eyes. “It’s been a long day and I’ve only just got back from lunch.”
Matilda Sterling laughed.
“But marmite? It would be like f*****g a twiglet.”
“A fat twiglet.”
Georgia prodded at her belly. She was curvy in all the right places and she had been quite toned. But many hours worki
