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The News Building
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain in ebook format in 2019 by HarperCollinsPublishers
Copyright © Cressida McLaughlin 2019
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Cover illustration © May Van Millingen
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Ebook Edition © June 2019 ISBN: 9780008332174
Version: 2019-06-03
Table of Contents
‘Is the council deliberately designed like this, so you go round and round in circles and they somehow make money off all the interminable phone calls?’ Charlie Quilter resisted the urge to bash her mobile on the table. She’d been sitting in Juliette’s kitchen all morning, being pushed from one department to the next, trying to get her trading consent for The Cornish Cream Tea Bus reinstated. It was sitting forlornly on Porthgolow’s beach, a gleaming café from which, for the moment, she could not sell a single cup of tea.
‘I don’t think the council makes money from phone calls,’ Juliette said, replacing Charlie’s empty mug with a fresh cup of steaming coffee. ‘Besides, don’t you have free minutes as part of your plan?’
Charlie smiled her thanks and then rolled her eyes as the robotic voice said, for the millionth time, Please stay on the line; your call is important to us. ‘Is it, though?’ Charlie asked her phone. ‘Is it really?’
‘Tell me again what Daniel said.’ Juliette sat opposite her, cradling her mug.
Charlie sighed. ‘Why are men so bloody complicated?’
Juliette laughed, and Charlie joined in until there was a pause on the line, and she bit her lip, thinking that she might get to talk to an actual person this time. But no, it was
