She raised her hands above her head and stretched, arching her back to try and relieve some of the tension that had built up over three days of intense meetings with her new client. She bent sideways and rolled her head around, feeling the knot of pressure just beneath her shoulder blades. God, she could do with a good massage. Maybe she should treat herself at that tranquil looking spa downstairs – now that would be a good way to start the evening. She shrugged off her jacket and placed it on the chair and then, out of habit more than anything else, switched on the TV using the remote control beside the bed. Flicking through the channels she settled on MTV, pausing for a moment to look at the video currently playing, before moving over to the large windows. Turning the latch, and pushing open the doors, she stepped out onto the small balcony and leant on the iron balustrade. As always, the sight that greeted her filled her with an almost absurd sense of happiness. The bay of Cannes was stretched out in front of her and the bustling Croissette was starting to fill up with evening traffic.
