Chloe Ford

Before I started writing, I did attempt to plot the route Fliss and James would take, but over the course of drafting and edits my author license has taken control. While some of the names of towns and places are real, the general route they end up on has been manufactured for extra swooning and fun-filled plotivities. So, although I want you to adore this version of Scotland, please do not try to figure out the route as it does not

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drafting and edits my author license has taken control. While some of the names of towns and places are real, the general route they end up on has been manufactured for extra swooning and fun-filled plotivities. So, although I want you to adore this version of Scotland, please do not try to figure out the

“How do you say, ‘You’re a total dipshit, I hope you and your idea fall into a pit of misery and despair,’ without it sounding unprofessional?” I ask my assistant, Gemma, who looks up from her desk, her hazel eyes blinking over her screen.

Fiona, our Head of Finance,

g our cosy lounge area

offset the tears

Part of being a successful businesswoman is being able to offset the tears in a moment of weakness and let them flood out at a point when nobody can see.

The rich aroma wafts into my nostrils in a sensational way.

Matt-black hair gelled immaculately. Gleaming shoes. A fine, expensive-looking three-piece suit with a teal tie that brings out the blue in his eyes.