I'm Virtually Yours

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Authors: Jennifer Bohnet
problems stop or escalate I should think. Is Ben likely to be out on the river long? I’d like to spend some time in the chandlery this morning.”
    â€œHe’ll be opening the shop at about eleven,” Lillian said.
    â€œI’ll go down there then — I need to check some things out,” Polly said.
    â€œYou’ll have seen everything then except the barge,” Will said. “Give me a bell when you’ve finished there and I’ll take you across to it. The folders of my ideas and plans you wanted to see are still over there. ”
    â€œThought you were going to bring them over here?” Polly said. “I’ll need to keep them for a day or two.”
    â€œForgot, sorry,” Will said. “Anyway you should see the inside of the barge. Judge for yourself whether it’s up to the standard Worldwide Enterprises want.”
    â€œI can do that another time,” Polly said, crossing her fingers behind her back. She’d think of another excuse then not to go out to the barge.
    â€œToday I need to do some stocktaking down at the chandlery and check your records. So it would be good if you could let me have those folders this afternoon.”
    No way was she going out on the river. Daniel had assured her she could stay on terra firma at all times and she intended to stick to their agreement.
    Will shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’m off to check last night’s damage,” and the office door slammed behind him.
    Lillian looked at Polly apologetically. “Sorry about Will. He’s not normally so rude. This whole business is getting to him.”
    Polly shrugged. “He does seem a bit stressed out. Right, I’m off too.”
    Leaving the boatyard Polly made her way along the quay towards the chandlery. She needed to take a look at their recent stocktaking records and compare them with what was on the books.
    Then she promised herself she’d sit on the quay, enjoy an ice cream and watch the world go by. Might as well make the best of the sunshine.
    Right now, she also needed to decide what exactly she was going to say to Daniel when he rang. The books were in order, the unsecured loan was deal-able with but the vendetta being waged against the yard was something else.
    Would whoever was behind it, continue once it was general knowledge there had been an injection of money into the business? And would Daniel be prepared to accept the risk?
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    Will swore to himself as he climbed down the steep wall ladder from the embankment before squelching his way through the mud towards the grid where Jack Pettyjohn’s boat was tied up. Low tide at twelve o’clock was the first opportunity he’d had to inspect the damage the barge had caused. Working for Jack Pettyjohn was all he bloody needed on top of everything else.
    This Polly whats-her-name from Worldsend Enterprises was worrying him a bit too. She was a definite surprise. He’d been expecting someone older, a hard-edged career woman who’d take one look at their books and their business organisation and inform them they were a lost cause.
    Whereas Polly was all auburn curls, hazelnut eyes and a killer smile — not that she’d smiled at him much after he’d made his feelings about asset strippers clear. Mind you she could strip his… NO. Best not go there! Probably a good job she’d turned down his invitation for a drink last night.
    So what if Polly was the sort of girl he’d normally go for? Never a good idea to mix business with pleasure. Maybe after this ‘Worldsend Enterprises’ business was all sewn up, he’d ask her out again for a drink before she left. Then again maybe not.
    He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get involved with anybody until he’d helped Dad get the business back on track and here he was thinking about a girl he’d just met. A girl who could put the kibosh on all his plans for the boatyard. Mind you, reading

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