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2024-10-29 19:42:56I walked up to the House pumping adrenaline, feeling as though the world were my oyster. OK, my dad was always going to be the easiest to convince, but I convinced him. Supposing he’d told me to get a life - he wasn’t having Giles Ferguson around his business. Then I would have been at rock bottom. You can only beat the opposition given to you so I was pleased with the first success. Of course, in my youthful folly, I assumed everyone would see the beauty of the idea and just roll over and wait for me to tickle their tummies.
I met Vera, who looked as though she had the cares of the world on her shoulders.
'Bad night, Vera?'
'Giles has caught up with me. He’s in the office now. I refused to speak to him until you arrived.'
My hubris was short lived. I thought fate would leave me a day to bask in my first victory. Not so! And why did Vera trust me to deal with the local worthies?
'Let’s get this over with,' I replied.
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