The Red Collection
“Joanna Darrell ran her finger over the carefully prepared report on her Master’s pet project, Côte Mystère, his beautiful vineyard in the south-west of France. Most of the data within it was beyond reproach, faultlessly compiled, but someone in her section – Financial Analysis – had transposed a figure, it seemed, and the latest set of profit projections were miles out.
Someone had made a mistake, and that someone was her.
Distracted, she pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart was banging like a drum. In the normal course of events, something like this would have been no big deal. She would have corrected it, redrafted the report, and that would have been that. But this was not the normal course of events. There was no such thing now. Now, the most important part of her life was a tapestry of abnormal events, all stitched together by anticipation. It only took one slip to set the strangeness in motion.
Given the vineyard’s significance, both to her and her Master, she couldn’t under...stand how she’d made the error in the first place, other than her subconscious had made it on purpose … to initiate a response.MoreLess
Someone had made a mistake, and that someone was her.
Distracted, she pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart was banging like a drum. In the normal course of events, something like this would have been no big deal. She would have corrected it, redrafted the report, and that would have been that. But this was not the normal course of events. There was no such thing now. Now, the most important part of her life was a tapestry of abnormal events, all stitched together by anticipation. It only took one slip to set the strangeness in motion.
Given the vineyard’s significance, both to her and her Master, she couldn’t under...stand how she’d made the error in the first place, other than her subconscious had made it on purpose … to initiate a response.MoreLess
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