©GeraldineBanksFebruary2025
Sandy was desk bound for the next few weeks, the bruising had subsided . As she sat at her desk, having completed the initial pitch and been given the go ahead and an increased budget to make the Government Funded Documentary that would tell the story of Allenby and his Institution, she couldn’t help but ask herself was it all too late.
Her initial pitch had gained unanimous approval and she had received a congratulatory email from Allenby, as well as some flowers and champagne which were delivered to her home address, with a note saying that he hoped that they would meet again soon. She threw it all in the bin . It all felt very creepy.
She had showed Martin , Allenby’s email and he suggested that if Allenby came to London, she should book some holiday and say that she was away with her family. Gerry would have to deal with him. It was a sensible suggestion and one that would be plausible. Except Sandy knew Allenby would not believe it or accept no for an answer and she would also miss out on an opportunity to find out about his next move. Would Sandy be able to take much more of Allenby, she knew she had to and the thought turned her stomach.
She had not heard from Maria for a long time. Gerry supplied the money without question and only asked about her work, not specifically about Alex. Perhaps if she had heard something about his condition she might have shared it with him, but she hadn’t had any new information. She didn’t know whether Alex was alive or dead, but for the sake of her own well being she chose to believe he was alive.
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