Stepping up

THE first thing that met Lily’s eyes, when the lift doors drew back to show the fourth floor open-plan offices of Dill Pickle Design, was a trampoline. There was a huge, black rubber mat embedded in t

Georgie lived to dance – and now her dream job was within her grasp

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

CAROL pedalled furiously, cursing under her breath as she came to the crest of the hill before the descent to Godley’s factory. Glancing at her watch, she figured she might make it on time if she was

She’d admired the cool blonde from afar, but Teresa had no idea how much they actually had in common

I a rrived at the office on a ...