A complete break, a bit of luxurious indulgence.Squashing down the last of her clothes into her suitcase, Vicki glanced at the clock, still unable to believe her luck. Apparently a limousine was due to collect her any moment and whisk her away for the weekend to the famous and desperately exclusive Ivory Pavilion Hotel.She’d only gone and won first prize in F. W. Shanley’s absurd staff sweepstake.Accustomed to being the sort of person who made her own luck and paid her own way, she’d been both shocked and pleased as punch on receiving the email announcing her win. The takeover of Wickham-Drake might have brought worry and uncertainty in its wake, both for her and her fellow employees, but at least here was a little bit of compensation for all the stress. She still couldn’t believe her good fortune.Well, it’ll certainly beat spending the weekend replaying what happened in the gym and obsessively trawling the internet in a vain attempt to find even the tiniest scrap of personal information about Red Webster.Not that she’d be able to stop thinking about him while she was away.
