by Edie Baylis
That way she could match Proctor each time he suggested investing more money or pursuing new avenues, with no fear of not being able to find the cash.
Her mother would be unable to argue about the new living arrangements. She’d be making sure the woman would be too far gone in the head by then. And even if she did moan, it would be too late. James had no say in it, and Robert... Well, Robert would eventually go with whatever she said - like he always did.
She just had to hope her bloody mother didn’t trash her business’ reputation before this got wrapped up. Once it was done, then and only then could she quit this poxy charade of playing the ‘good daughter’. And it wouldn’t be a moment too soon either.
Three
TEAGAN FRASER hadn’t been overly enamoured to receive the details for her next job from the agency, but on the other hand, she needed the money.
Twenty five years old and still living at home. She felt like the only person in the entire world who was. Temping as a carer wasn’t the best for career progression, but it was better money than a permanent job doing the same thing and a lot better money if the job entailed living in and that was the only reason she’d accepted this assignment.
Sighing despondently, she absentmindedly watched the houses flash past as the taxi continued. Spring had quickly turned into summer, the weather perking up dramatically, but now she’d be stuck inside. Apart from her half-day a week off, it would be 24/7 in some old dear’s house with no contact with the outside world – apart from Facebook.
Teagan frowned. Everybody seemed to be joining Facebook. She’d been reluctant at first and now she really wished she’d given it a miss. It did her no real favours. All it achieved was reminding her what she was missing, who was getting married, promoted, holidaying – whatever, you name it – they were doing it. Everything she wasn’t.
But she had a plan.
Hearing her phone beep, Teagan pulled it from her bag and opened the text message:
You there yet? xx
Quickly, she typed a reply back to Joe:
Not yet. Text u when I can later. This better be worth it