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sex-appeal.
    ‘Can I e-mail that to you?’ Gill asked hopefully.
    ‘Of course.  Last thing we need to do is get your signature
on these forms,’ Caroline pushed a contract and a direct debit instruction
across the desk to Gill, offering her a Mont Blanc pen to sign with.  Crikey,
business must be good.  Those pens cost a bomb , thought Gill.  She signed
her name, with a mixture of dread and excitement.
    ‘So by Thursday at the latest, I will have compiled your
profile.  I’ll e-mail it across and if you’re happy with it, we can proceed. 
Any changes you wish to make, just let me know and we can have those done
ASAP.  Once we receive your photo, we’ll set about arranging your first
introduction.  How does that sound?’
    Exciting .  Handing over her credit card to Caroline
so she could process the exorbitant joining fee, even with the fifty percent
off, Gill couldn’t help but hope that it would all be worth it.
    As Caroline ushered her out of her office, reminding her to
send the photo as soon as possible, Gill was already panicking over which photo
to choose.
     

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Gill had a lot of work to catch up on, not used to leaving
the office early.  Kicking off her heels, she switched on the kettle, opened
the freezer and took out a low calorie ready meal. Popping it in the microwave
and turning it to full power, she methodically checked through her e-mails on
her phone.  Moving into the living room, she tidied up a little as she crossed
to her laptop, which was resting on the low coffee table near the chocolate
leather sofa she favoured.  She barely used the sofa nearest the kitchen.  She
lived alone after all.  Reaching down, she switched on her laptop at the mains,
powered it up and watched it spring into life.  It was all very well reading
e-mails on a smartphone, but she wasn’t getting any younger and her eyes often
grew tired.
    Gill walked through to the bathroom, located her contact
lenses solution and took out her lenses.  She hated wearing them, but apart
from constantly donning her glasses, the alternative was laser eye surgery. 
Although she knew others who had happily had it done, she just wasn’t brave
enough. Her brother’s best friend, Adam, had become remarkably good-looking
after laser eye surgery.  It was amazing how different he looked without
glasses.  And Adam had always had a crush on her.  Gill had always liked Adam,
even if not in a romantic sense.  Boy had that changed.  Pity that his new,
sexier self also drew lots of attention from other women.  Gill wasn’t even on
his radar anymore.
    Gill checked through her work e-mail, pulling up CVs for the
candidates she would be meeting next day.  A few new applications had come in
for a high-profile role she was handling.  The employer, a household name in
the oil and gas industry, and one of her biggest clients, was being really
finicky, constantly changing their mind about what they wanted.  After saying
they would consider candidates from outside the industry, they had summarily
dismissed three of the four submissions Gill had sent them two weeks ago and
hadn’t returned any of her phone calls or e-mails since.  She knew they were
busy, but sometimes Gill wondered where these people got off.  It was so
unprofessional.
    Although Gill herself didn’t always have time to reply to
every applicant, telling them they had been unsuccessful, or they weren’t being
considered, she did try her best, as she really felt for them.  When possible,
she advised when they had people with experience more closely matching the
client’s brief than theirs, but in these straitened times, she had more
applicants than she knew what to do with.  It took her all her time to view
their CVs, or trawl through those which arrived via the various job sites, in
response to their ads.  And that was her working pretty much round the clock. 
She needed to think seriously about taking on someone else.  The agency