Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (49) Entrapment (Part 03)
After a very pleasant lunch at the Phoenix Restaurant good byes were said and as there were only legal formalities to be dealt with it was left to the lawyers to draft the contract, which would be signed and sealed later in the day, so Annette said to Christine.
“Do you need me for the next bit?”
“No it will take a couple of hours to tie everything up in a bow” she replied
“Good because I need to walk this off” Annette said and patted her stomach
“Well I would suggest taking a walk up by the lake, it’s really wonderful” Christine suggested
So Annette wandered off and Christine returned to the fray with the Vale Farm Pizza’s legal eagles.
When she was finished she met up with her client and friend Annette outside the Vale Farm Pizza House again and Annette asked
“So how’s it going?”
“All done” she replied “you just need to sign on the dotted line”
“That’s great news” Annette said “Because I just bought a house”
“Crikey you don’t hang about do you” Christine said
“So what are you doing with the house in the Gracewoods?”
“I’m going to rent it out, in the short term anyway” Annette replied and Christine’s heart sang, she had been looking to get out of Purplemere for a while and she loved Middle Gracewood so she asked
“Can I have first refusal?”
“What a fantastic day” she thought to herself, as she drove Annette back to the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel, not only had she done a great deal for her client to get the Shallowfield franchise for a song, but she had first refusal on renting Annette’s house in the Gracewoods.
When Christine drove her back to the Hotel to collect her car for the drive home, they said their goodbyes and Christine went in to collect her overnight bag, and when she came out she found Annette was still sitting in her car.
“What’s wrong?” Christine asked
“The car has broken down” Annette replied “I’ll never get a garage out at this time on a Friday”
“AA, RAC, Green Flag?” Christine inquired
“I’m not a member” she replied “I never go anywhere and Roberto drove me to and from work so I never bothered”
“Not to worry I’ll call Jordan” she said
She was referring to Jordan Donaldson, who was another one of Christine’s client’s although she would really have liked there to be more to their relationship than that.
He was one of the “Donaldson Automotive” family, and the Donaldson’s bought, sold, repaired, raced and rallied cars of all makes and models.
“I thought he worked in Purplemere” Annette said
“He does but he’ll know who to call to get you sorted” she replied.
After a five minute phone call in which Christine constantly fiddled with her hair and giggled, she announced
“Someone will be with us in half an hour”
So while they waited they sat in the hotel garden and drank tea.
Jordan Donaldson came good and a mechanic, Darren, duly arrived in the allotted time and after 20 minutes said that he would have to get it back to the workshop and he’d have her up and running by midday on Saturday.