Angie gave me another squeeze. ‘It’s not important now. What’s important is that you’re moving forward. And, maybe the right job still out there for you.’
‘Yes, it’s in the past now. I’ll keep looking.’ I lifted the wine bottle. ‘Shall we have a look upstairs before we open this?’
‘Yeah, sure; if it’s done out anything like this, it’ll be fab,’ Kim said, heading for the stairs with Lou and Cathy. ‘Oh, we have to put our names into a hat, don’t we? To find out where we’re sleeping.’
‘We can do that after,’ Lou said, disappearing up the stairs. I placed the bottle down and felt a tap on my arm.
‘Can I have a word?’ Angie beckoned me. ‘Bring the wine; I’ll get two glasses.’ I followed her to the dining table. She unscrewed one of the bottles of red wine and began to pour as she sat down, so I sat opposite trying to ignore the squeals of delight upstairs.
‘Ginny, I thought I’d mention it now, as I hope to bring you some cheer to start your holiday. I know you’re not happy with your job so I thought it worth mentioning – I will be needing someone with … Look, how would you fancy working in the fitness and nutrition industry? I’m thinking of getting a marketing professional, but you’d be great. Not full-time to begin with – three days a week. Possibly more later.’
I glared at her as if she had gone mad. Angie had built up quite an empire over the last few years after several years working her butt off to get it to its current size. I was sure she didn’t need my help. I was wary of working with close friends, too.
She handed me one of the glasses of wine. ‘It would be a new role. I’ve never had what I consider a top professional marketing person but thinking about it, we could both benefit from your expertise. The business can afford it now. Naturally, I currently keep an eye on what my competitors are doing, but the industry is becoming so large and competitive that maybe your scientific or methodical approach, whatever you call it, could help give us the edge.’
Clutching my chest, I was touched and felt very honoured that Angie thought me capable of taking on such a risky role. I gulped a mouthful of wine. ‘Angie, you’re so lovely. I’m really flattered. It’s incredibly thoughtful of you, and that’s such a great offer, it really is. And working part-time. But you’re my friend and I couldn’t bear to ruin that friendship.’
‘My dear Ginny, you would have control, I promise.’
‘Oh, you are adorable, and I’m tempted, but …’
Angie grimaced. ‘Look, you don’t have to answer me now. You’ll want time to think about it. What I will say is that I would totally trust your judgement. Cashmere Cosmetics is a very successful company and I’ve no doubt you’ve been very much a part of that. Whether I employ you or you’d rather work freelance as a consultant, it’s up to you but I believe Fit & Nourished are at that stage where we need expertise. I’d much rather have someone I could trust.’
‘And Rob, what would he think about employing a friend?’
Angie frowned then puckered her lips, giving a mischievous pout. ‘It was him who suggested I get professional help. It was only the other day when I came back exhausted. But it’s my business, honey – Rob is only allowed to come in to tell us to turn the computers off and on when they go wrong.’
We both sniggered, and I imagined Rob rolling his eyes as Angie told him to take a hike if he interfered.
‘No really, he would approve. And he does get involved to some extent. He does all my IT. He could help you with designing your own software if you need something bespoke. You will have your own office. We can share an assistant for now. I know you’ll cost, but like I say, it will benefit us both, so you’ll be worth it. Promise me you’ll think about it.’
Elated, I ran around the table to her chair and wrapped my arms around her neck. ‘The offer sounds amazing. Thank you for thinking of me. You’re a treasure. I will give it some serious thought,’ I told her, but tempting as it was, I couldn’t bear to lose a friendship because we had disagreed over a business decision. I squeezed Angie’s arm and smiled. ‘I promise. I’m flattered. Can I let you know after the holiday?’
‘Of course.’
‘Well, for now, there’s a lot of excitement up there; let’s go and see what all the fuss is about upstairs.’
The voices grew louder with screams and lots of shouting as we climbed the stairs. They were like kids at a soft-play party. When Angie and I walked into the front bedroom Lou was spread-eagled across one of the two queen-sized beds and Kim was throwing half-sized furry cushions across the beds with Cathy.
Lou scraped her hair off her face and knelt up. ‘Come and play Piggy in the Middle with us. It’s fun,’ she urged.
‘Wow, this is gorgeous,’ I said, ignoring Lou, knocked out by the dramatic effect. Again, oak was floor to ceiling but with flecks of a richer brown running through it. Both beds were draped in full-size faux-fur throws in the shades of mountain wolves: browns, greys, whites. It was full-on luxury and faux-fur rugs felt soft and warm under my feet as I glided through to the en-suite bathroom. Instantly I wanted to soak myself in bubbles as I peered at a free-standing roll-top bath that took centre stage, nestled in the oak that matched the bedroom, whilst his and hers marble sinks sank into oak cabinets suspended under full-width mirrors with a huge shower enclosure glistening in marble and chrome to the other side.
‘Just stunning,’ I said. ‘You often complained about ski accommodation being poky. This is not what I’d call poky.’
Angie gasped beside me. ‘That was when we first went. Standards have changed. I think we’ve struck gold with this though. I know it’s not particularly large, not when you see some chalets out here, but I’m sure it should be double the price Harold has charged us.’
A breathless Lou whirled in. ‘A real gem, Angie. It’s beautiful. And let’s thank our lucky stars, eh?’
‘I should say – just beautiful,’ I agreed, heading across the landing. Apart from the shades of soft furnishings, the second bedroom mirrored the first. ‘OK, my beautiful Flowers, you need nourishment – time for wine,’ I said, dancing towards the stairs. ‘And to sort out our rooms.’
As we drank our wine, admiring more and more detail in the chalet, Cathy pulled down her glasses from the top of her head and wrote our names on four Post-it Notes, which she had found in a kitchen drawer, folded them and put them in a mug before shaking it and holding it out to me.
‘OK. Pick out two, darling,’ she said.
‘Why me?’
Cathy lowered her head and peered at me in her teacher-like manner over her specs. ‘Because, my darling, we decided on you and because the two you choose will share with you. Unless you just want to share with one?’
‘I’m happy with whatever you Flowers have arranged,’ I said, feeling special and picking out the first piece of paper.
‘Drumroll,’ Angie said, then proceeded to create weird ‘brrrhl’ sounds with her tongue.
We rolled our eyes at each other as we burst into laughter.
‘OK,’ I squealed, opening it. ‘First to share with me is …’ I paused to create a bit of drama like they did on TV shows ‘… is our amazing Aussie Flower, Kim.’ I clapped, and Kim clapped with me then leaned forward for a high five.
‘I’m stoked. That’s ace,’ she said slapping my hand harder than I was expecting.
‘Right, and for our next roommate,’ I continued, tipping up the mug and shaking it again before picking the next. Lou was gritting her teeth as she looked at me. ‘Drumroll