A House Divided: An Easterleigh Hall Novel (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
Where the hell was he? He remembered with a jolt, and checked the side table clock. Seven fifty-five. He switched off the alarm and sat up, swinging his feet to the parquet floor. His head spun. He ran his hand over his chin. Stubble. He needed a shave. He clicked on the side table lamp and padded over yet more rugs to his bathroom. Amala had put his washing gear on the shelf above the sink. He switched on the light and stared at his reflection then groaned: he looked how he felt. He washed and shaved, pondering the size of the apartment, its position. He remembered the taxi driver’s words, that it was for the use of Party members. Bloody hell, but surely they still needed to pay the rent? Or perhaps not. He grinned. If it came with Heine’s job, then he’d like a job like it, too bloody right he would. He changed into his only other suit, hung by Amala in the huge mahogany wardrobe. Should he leave the one he had just dropped on the floor for her, or pick it up? He wasn’t used to staff.
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