![]() Cherry turned to find Mike Cousins, Head of Geography, giving her a dark look. How’s-?” Her sugary-sweet response was interrupted by a disgruntled muttering from somewhere behind her. For a man who spent so much time working with teenagers, he was always remarkably cheerful. “Morning, Cherry, darling,” beamed Jeff, the Academy’s rosy-cheeked Head of Key Stage 4. Honestly, if they’d only consulted her during the bloody planning stages… She avoided wondering about it, too, because poor organisation made her skin crawl. Why the Academy’s senior leadership team was housed with the lowly administrative staff-and why the tower they all shared had only one lift-Cherry didn’t know. “Excuse me, gentlemen, thank you!” Cherry wiggled her way through the gaggle of men loitering in front of the building’s single lift. And her colleagues here at the Academy made it so easy! Bless them. Which was why she had perfected the art of pushing into the queue for the lift. ![]() ![]() ![]() Unless she was firmly strapped into a sports bra, with a bottle of Lucozade in hand, Cherry avoided physical exertion like the plague. Cherry Neita was not the type of woman to voluntarily use stairs.Īs far as she was concerned, they were inconvenient, inappropriate, and a public nuisance. ![]()
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