Never Mind The Botox: Rachel

Penny Avis

Description

Never Mind the Botox is a series about four professional women all working on the sale of high-profile cosmetic surgery business the Beau Street Group. Each book reveals how the women cope with one of the most glamorous but challenging deals of their careers, and the dramatic impact it has on their personal lives. With a briefcase in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, can they navigate their way through a surreal world of boob jobs by day and intrigue by night and still keep their own love lives on track? Rachel Altman is a corporate financier with a prestigious accounting firm who's desperately trying to keep on the straight and narrow. Hopelessly led astray by her bar-diving boyfriend, she gets the chance to turn things around when her boss gives her the break she's been waiting for. But when the deal doesn't go as planned Rachel panics, sparking off a chain of betrayal and lies that threatens to ruin both her love life and career.The series can be read in any order.

Informations

• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 11 janvier 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781780889214
• Langue: English

Extrait

Praise for the Never Mind the Botox series:
“A fabulous new contemporary women’s fiction series and recommended holiday read.”
Daily Mail
“One of the best beach reads this summer - chick lit with a welcome twist.”
The Sun
“The must-have read of the summer. A brilliantly biting novel that does for cosmetic surgery what Absolutely Fabulous did for fashion.”
Waterstone’s
“Injected with fierce and fab humour, it’s a must-read and our book of the week.”
Now Magazine
“With plenty of glamour, pace and excitement, it’s a worthy beach read for anyone tired of the typical girl-meets-boy offerings.”
Heat Magazine
“With their own business experience the authors have created a top read - the first in a four part series.”
Star Magazine
“The first in a series celebrating the lives and loves of four professional women ... good fun and a little bit different.”
Bella Magazine
“It’s our Best pick of the week.”
Best Magazine
“A rollicking summer read. If you’re looking for something to read on the beach this summer, then look no further.”
Cosmetic Surgery Today
“A classic slice of chick-lit. The humour is sharp and indulgent and the characters are terrific. Can’t fault it.”
Books Monthly
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Also in the Never Mind the Botox series:
Alex Fisher is a high-flying lawyer close to making partner and busy planning her perfect wedding to Elliott. But life suddenly becomes complicated when she’s faced with a hot junior lawyer on her team and an actress threatening to jeopardise the deal by exposing her dodgy cosmetic surgery. Soon Alex is forced into a series of impossible choices that are all inextricably linked and life will never be the same again.
Stella Webb is a successful but bored cosmetic surgeon whose career is going in a very different direction to that of the A&E doctor she’s dating. With credit card bills larger than the latest implants, this deal should be the answer to her prayers, but it seems that not everyone has been playing by the rules. Desperate to leave her working-class roots behind, will she be forced to choose between money and love?
Meredith Romaine is an ice cool senior banker whose competitive world revolves around men and money. This deal will cement her reputation as the office rainmaker and put her in line for a huge bonus. But only if no one finds out about her relationship with a doctor at the American buyers and the completely unethical way she set the deal up. Can she pull it off without her past coming back to haunt her?
The series can be read in any order.

Copyright © 2012 Penny Avis and Joanna Berry
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
CHAPTER 1
Rachel woke up with her hair sticking to the side of her face. Her head was pounding and her back was aching from dancing in high heels. She felt beneath the duvet – knickers and a t-shirt. That was better than last week, when she’d woken up still fully dressed. She lifted her head and peered at the clock on her bedside table. Nine fifty-five. Christ!
‘Harry, wake up! It’s nearly ten o’clock.’ She poked the shape under the duvet next to her. Nothing moved. ‘Harry, come on. Get up!’
Rachel jumped out of bed and then quickly lay back down again as the room started spinning rather too fast. She should have been at work well before nine but Harry’s usual ‘just one more for the road’ trick was having its full effect. There was no way she could go in yet.
Rachel worked in corporate finance at a well established firm of city accountants and they would expect to know where she was. She leant over and picked up the phone.
‘Good morning, Payne Stanley,’ said a clipped voice.
‘Er yes, Pauline Rowe please.’ Rachel’s voice sounded like a darts commentator. She grabbed the glass of water on her bedside table and took a large gulp.
‘Hello, Pauline Rowe speaking.’
Pauline was the staff manager at Payne Stanley. She had a rather full opinion of herself and a figure to match. Things had been a bit frosty with Pauline since Rachel had indulged in a few too many drinks at the Christmas party and told her that she was an interfering busybody with all the interpersonal skills of a wardrobe.
‘Hi, Pauline, it’s Rachel Altman. You won’t believe what’s happened. I’m stuck in the communal hall of my flat. When I left this morning, I shut the front door and then realised I’d forgotten my keys. When I went to open the main front door that I share with the upstairs flat, I found it was double-locked. I can’t get out of the front door without my keys and I can’t get back inside my flat either. So here I am, stuck. What a nightmare! I’ve rung the landlord, who’s on his way over, but he was in North London and is not going to be here for another half an hour or so. So I guess I’m not going to be in until nearly lunchtime.’
‘I see,’ said Pauline.
From the tone of her voice, Rachel wasn’t sure that she did.
‘I shall let the partners know. Can you come and see me when you’re in?’ said Pauline.
Just at that moment Harry’s alarm clock went off, beeping loudly.
‘What’s that noise?’ said Pauline.
‘Oh, it’s my stopwatch,’ said Rachel, frantically climbing on top of Harry to hit the snooze button. ‘I’ve got my gym stuff with me as, er, I’m training for a tenk run in a few weeks.’
Harry let out a few grunting objection noises that Rachel tried to stifle with a pillow.
‘Anyway, thanks, Pauline. So sorry for the fuss; one of those really annoying things. I’ll let you know once I’m in. Bye now.’
Harry rolled over and opened one eye. ‘What was that all about?’ he said.
‘Work,’ said Rachel. ‘I gave them one of those fantastic excuses that’s so farfetched they just have to believe it, as no one would make something like that up.’
Rachel rolled on top of Harry and kissed his forehead. ‘Face it, I’m a genius,’ she said.
‘Really? Well, you’re very good at hiding it,’ said Harry, wrapping his arms around her waist.
‘I’m starving,’ said Rachel, rolling off Harry and gently pushing his arms away, ‘and in need of a serious injection of carbs.’
She grabbed the phone again and scrolled through the stored names until she found ‘Pizza’, which was shortly followed by ‘Prostitute’ − one of Harry’s ‘funny’ jokes.
‘Hi, Marco. Yes, hi, it’s Rachel. The usual please. Oh, hold on. Harry, do you want extra pepperoni?’
Harry nodded.
‘The usual with extra pepperoni and a large diet coke, oh and some headache tablets. Cool, thanks, Marco. You’re a star. See you in fifteen minutes.’
Rachel got out of bed more slowly this time and headed for the shower. The clean white gleam of the bathroom made her feel slightly sick. Despite the frequent chaos in her life, Rachel hated mess. Her flat was modern and very tidy. She’d once been told that you can tell the state of someone’s mind by looking at their underwear drawer. Rachel’s was very organised, all sorted by colour and style. She often wondered what the drawer of someone with a terrible state of mind would look like. How bad could it get? Some unholy jumble of bras, tiny briefs and grey pants, probably.
Feeling marginally restored by several cups of tea, slices of pizza and painkillers, Rachel eventually made it into the office at two o’clock. It was Friday and she’d decided to head home for the weekend. She’d used her gym bag instead of her usual pull-along overnighter case so she could keep up the whole ten-k story thing with Pauline. Typical of Harry not to have told her that he didn’t need to be up early and that he’d set his alarm for ten a.m. − never mind when she had to be up.
Harry made no secret of the fact that he was totally disinterested in Rachel’s job. He was a freelance writer, mainly writing sports stories for newspapers, so worked pretty much when he felt like it. As far as Harry could see, Rachel’s office job just seemed to get in the way of their social lives. He seemed to conveniently forget the steady income it brought in each month.
Rachel wandered through the open plan office with her gym bag strategically placed on her shoulder and went over to Pauline Rowe’s desk. Pauline had a pale blue cardigan on the back of her chair and pictures of cats on her desk partition. She was gossiping with the secretary at the next desk.
‘Hi Pauline, made it in now. So sorry, was totally my fault for forgetting my keys. Any plans for me for next week yet?’
Pauline looked at her watch and then up at Rachel.
‘Yes, Carl Stephens wants to see yo