What do you recommend?” She looked back at the screen and typed away at the keyboard. A moment later, a list of options flashed up on the monitor. “Hmm... ” she said, using her mouse to flick through them, “I’ve got Barcelona next weekend for £600, staying in a five star with breakfast. Looking up at him, she could see Mr. Wells was frowning, deep lines crossing his forehead. “It’s Amy right?” he asked, looking at her jacket for a name badge. She wasn’t wearing one and he found that slightly irritating. She nodded. He had to admit she was quite stunning. He hadn’t seen the rest of her yet as she sat behind an old oak desk. “Not on one of those budget airlines right, I’m not flying with them?” he asked. Amy glanced back at the screen. “No, it’s Iberia. Nice flight times and from Heathrow,” she said and waited for his next request, unconsciously using her index finger to twist a thick strand of blonde hair in a childlike manner.
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