EDWINA
The work was harder than I expected. Of course working at the company in New York had widened my knowledge and broadened my horizons, it was a very vast difference to working in London.
It was hard for me to fully relax here, even though my boy was making great progress, bringing home tales of the friends he made and what his teacher said.
I spent so much time neck deep in work, reviewing documents after documents that my sleep was littered with them. There was a load of work to be done that I briefly wondered if this was a sort of punishment father was putting me through.
Heels clicking on marble floor, I pushed the thought of how exhausting the work was out of my mind.
Juliette, my new personal assistant and secretary walked in immediately as though she had been waiting for me.