She loved the bright turquoise colors of the sea and the rich deep blue sky set against the white of the beach house. Wearing her cream suit, at 40, she looked every inch the part of the successful and beautiful young executive and she made sure her office looked just as good. She heard Karen walking past her office and called out. "Karen, just a quick one, block all calls from George Preston." "Ok, will do, Linda. I'll add him to the long list of unacceptable men," her P.A. joked, "I'll squeeze him in at the bottom." Linda glared at her from her desk. "I met him yesterday evening in the champagne lounge. He's another heir to a family estate. The usual, a wealthy vagrant with no work ethic. When I asked him what he does for a living he just changed the subject, as that type always do. He seemed to be more interested in discussing fine wines and the state of play in Argentina's polo circuit. What a sad, pathetic and boring man." "Is he good looking?" Linda played with her gold necklace.
