Now it was Lea’s turn to be pissed off. Her day had gone from bad to worse after the awful row they’d earlier that morning before work. She had always known deep down that she didn’t want an overseas post, but he seemed obsessed by it, constantly prattling on about “I just want to take it to the next level”.
Well, clearly taking it the next level was going to be without her! She had finally found her groove and although her city beat and the mostly local stories were relatively mundane she enjoyed the freedom and felt that her writing was getting better. Hell, even last week her editor commented on the human interest story she’d written about the family of the high speed accident victims from the recent crash on Pentonville Road in London's inner north.
Instead of looking forward to their anniversary dinner, she was engulfed by a sense of foreboding and dread...
Just breath she thought to herself...
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