“Wandering into the kitchen where Phoebe was eating a bowl of cereal, she glanced at the pile of unopened letters on the black granite worktop under the window. Bills and more bills. Well, she wasn’t going to open them now. She found herself going over yet again what Blake had said about the business, which had come as a complete surprise. She’d known that things were grim, but everyone was having a tough time. As far as she was concerned they needed to hunker down, work like stink and gri...n and bear it until the climate improved, whilst all the time looking for new outlets. He was being negative and cowardly and she couldn’t quite believe that he hadn’t shared what was on his mind. She supposed she had been preoccupied, but she’d only taken one day off for the funeral. It wasn’t personal, she knew. The others were in the same situation. She just wished that he’d shown her the books before it became a fait accompli.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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