Fleur had changed twice because she wasn’t sure what was most appropriate to wear when meeting a solicitor. She had a meeting arranged at the offices of Sedgley, Steeple and Thomas and was really quite nervous about it. She was going alone and it did feel like a huge milestone for her. She straightened her shift dress and walked into the plush waiting area with as much confidence as she could muster. The receptionist was about her age but very polite and efficient and she found herself upstairs in another waiting area reading Country Life within a moment. Fleur wasn’t reading the magazine, though she was turning the pages in a timely manner. She was thinking through what she was going to say. She wanted to sound business-like but not cold. She wished Charlie would pick up her phone, she was sick of calling. Charlie didn’t even use the answer service, so it rang out interminably.
Fleur was being distracted by an article claiming the debutante season was back when a young awkward-looking man, with neat hair not dissimilar to a Lego mini-figure, walked out of a nearby office and hovered in front of her.
‘Mrs Van Benton?’ he asked tentatively.
‘No, that’s my mother. I’m Miss Van Benton… well, at least I was. Can we go in your office?’ said Fleur, keen to stop rambling within earshot of others.
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