Next morning at the bank, Melissa looked like a cat who ate the canary, and we remembered how she had been invited for dinner by that dishy guy at the pub.
We were burning to question her, but Miss Morrison was watching. We had to be discreet, we had to take turn. When it was my turn to question her, she had quite a blush while telling me that he was a great fireman... "...and he gave my bum a rub with magic cream."
I didn't need more details!
A few days later, before retaking my third chartered accountant certification Miss Morrison warned. "If you again fail it, its six of the best, and cul nu corner time at the Fessée Institute."
Camilla who is to retake her first accountant certificate was given the same warning.
Since we took our exams, we have been visiting the mail room after each mail delivery, and today we had mail with the same logo.
We ripped the envelopes opened, and danced! We had aced our exams. The bank's manager had Miss Morrison order take away for lunch, and he offered Champagne.
As usual we concluded the day at the pub with the guys of the insurance office across the street.
With Harry we announced that we would be opening our own business, and we had more Champagne...
Belinda and co.