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‘Before you speak to him, you should know a huge bouquet of flowers arrived an hour ago from the Talbots, who are now back from their honeymoon in Vienna and wanted you to know it was everything they dreamed it would be.’
‘Which is exactly how they should feel about a honeymoon.’ Samantha was pleased.
‘That’s it! We’re done. I’ll make those calls and—’ She broke off as Amanda, one of the junior account managers, came flying into the room.
‘Samantha! Sorry, but it’s urgent.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘It’s your mother.’
Samantha almost said, I don’t have a mother, but then she remembered that wasn’t strictly true. Biologically speaking, she had a mother. Not a cuddly, rosy-cheeked loving mother, as portrayed by the movies, but still a mother in the most literal sense of the word.
Instinctively she kept her expression blank. She had her mother to thank for that skill—if the ability to hide the way she was feeling could be considered a ‘skill’. She had no problem with other people’s emotions—just her own.
She felt Charlotte touch her arm. ‘Samantha? Are you okay?’
No, she wasn’t okay. Mention of her mother was enough to ensure that.
‘She called?’
‘Not personally.’
Of course not personally. When had her mother ever done anything personal? And Samantha hadn’t heard from her in five years. Not since that last frustrating and disastrous ‘family gathering’. She could still feel her sister’s tears soaking through her shirt and remember the way her whole body had shuddered with sobs as Samantha had held her.
‘Why is she like this? Why? What did we do wrong?’
Samantha felt suddenly tired. ‘Who called? And why?’
Her mother would never make contact without a good reason.
‘Someone called Cole. He says he’s her assistant. I had no idea your mother was Gayle Mitchell. I mean, I probably should have guessed…Samantha Mitchell, right? But I just didn’t—I mean, wow.’ The girl was looking at Samantha with awe and a new respect. ‘What a woman. She’s a total legend.’
Of all the words Samantha could have used to describe her mother, that wouldn’t have been on her list. But she was aware of how many people—women especially—admired her.
Gayle Mitchell had a way of inspiring and reaching people. The only people she seemed unable to connect with were her daughters.
Samantha felt a pressure in her chest. How could she feel hurt? After all these years, why didn’t she have that under control?
‘Did her assistant say why she was calling?’
‘Well, kind of… I don’t know an easy way to say this. It’s going to be a shock…’ Amanda sent Charlotte a desperate look. ‘Your mother is in hospital.’
Samantha stared at her. ‘What?’
‘Hospital. She’s in hospital.’
‘That’s not possible. My mother hasn’t had a single sick day in her life. No virus would dare get that close to her.’
‘Not a virus. Her assistant said something about an accident. He said you need to get to the hospital because she’s asking for you.’
Her mother was asking for her? Why? Gayle Mitchell was nothing if not practical. If she was injured she’d be asking for a doctor—not her daughter. Especially as they hadn’t seen each other since that last disastrous occasion.
She glanced round as Sandra, the intern, ran into the room.
Samantha wondered if her relaxed open door policy needed rethinking.
‘Your mother is on TV!’
