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Chapter Four - Interview
My Master wears his professional smile, offering his hand. “Miss Schmidt. It’s very good to see you again. Do come in.” professional smileShe bobs, accepting the hand. “Thank you so much for agreeing to this, Mr Haswell.” “My pleasure. I enjoyed reading your previous piece. And, as I told you when we first met, it’s Richard.” She beams. “Since it’s such a lovely day, would you like to talk while we walk through the garden?” “Would you mind? I’d love to see it.” “Not at all. Elizabeth, will you join us?” ***** Winter jasmine blooms brilliant yellow behind the glossy red stalks of a stand of dogwood. Snowdrops peek out at the base, promising a spring still several weeks away. But despite the earliness of the year, sunshine has thawed the frost and, armed with boots, gloves and woollens
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