Dad is obviously on the mend because he was interrogating me about us. I think I should accept responsibility for our parting as I still forget that I am not a sulky 14yr old. This afternoon was pretty good except for the bit where you tried to drown me. I am back at mine and in bed and absolutely knackered. You will see me at the office tomorrow, I look forward to it. Need to discuss my present and you should remember that I love you too. Steph x
Steph was waiting for the lift to take her to the twenty third floor when she was joined by Martin, her former colleague from Bakers.
“Hi Steph, I hear congratulations are in order. That’s a big old promotion you’ve bagged yourself, from temp to Financial Services Manager in one move.”
“Thanks Martin. I didn’t realise you were still here,” she said ignoring any inferences from his comment about her new job.
“Yeah, but I think it’s a waste of my time and Brooker’s money because if there is a legal query I have to bat it back to Baker or Steve Cannon flags it to you, so I may not be here much longer, unless you have any openings for an accountant because I like having a coffee shop and staff canteen on site.” He laughed but said it seriously amusing Steph.
“I have no idea if there are any vacancies, but I will let you know if I hear of any.” She smiled as the lift arrived and Andrea joined them.
“Good morning, Miss Pryor. I have some dates for your diary from Mr Brooker. Would you prefer me to email them to your assistant or are you free this morning if I come down to youroffice?” Andrea seemed unaware of Martin virtually drooling at her.
“I am free first thing, so you could come down to me and I will let Rosie have the ones she needs,” Steph suggested.
“Great, give me about quarter of an hour to get the coffee on for Mr Brooker for when he arrives.” Andrea smiled as Martin arrived at his floor.
“Bye Steph,” he said but only had eyes for Andrea who smiled at him shyly surprising Steph.
“I think you’ve made a lasting impression, Andrea,” she teased, watching the other woman blush more. “Sorry,” said Steph and then added, “I believe Mr Brooker has a breakfast meeting this morning, so you may not need to get the coffee straight on.”
Andrea pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked her e-mails, “Oh yes, Brooker Foundation breakfast meeting,” she muttered. “The gala is tonight so probably last minute things to finalise.”
Steph smiled at the other woman as they left the lift together, but refused to acknowledge that she hadn’t got a clue that there was a gala on any night let alone that night. She hurried down to her own office and as the clock behind Rosie’s desk showed it was just after eight o’clock, Steph carried on into her own office, switched on her computer, made some coffee and sat at her desk to begin a little bit of research.
“Right, Brooker Foundation, what the bloody hell are you?” she asked aloud as her search engine rewarded her request with thousands of hits.
She trawled through them and found some more informative than others, but by the time Andrea arrived twenty minutes later she had a list of notes on her pad.
Brooker Foundation founded by Jonathan Brooker with a start-up fund of £10 million.
They support charities and medical research into AIDS, cancer, leukaemia and brain tumours amongst other life threatening diseases as well as drugs and drink related illness and rehabilitation.
One of their senior members and fund raisers is Lucy Brooker (bitch).
Eminent oncologist and father to Jonathan Brooker, Mr Brooker Snr is also a senior member of the foundation. (Makes sense).
Each year the foundation have a Gala event and a Xmas Ball to raise additional funds.
