Making Time TO MEET
Bye, Mum. Don’t wait up, I might be late.’
Zoe Harris twinkled her fingers at her mother Maureen and headed for the front door.
‘You’re looking very glam, darling. Where’re you off to tonight?’
Maureen pushed herself away from her computer long enough to admire her daughter’s expensive scarlet and black dress, and her sleek, newly highlighted blonde hair.
‘Nowhere exciting. Just dinner with a guy.’
‘Excellent! It’s high time you took a break and had some sort of social life.’
Zoe wished her mother wouldn’t get quite so excited about every dinner date she went on. It was just a meal, after all.
And, as she kept reminding her mum, being a financial adviser wasn’t easy, and as the youngest partner in the firm, she had to work late and on most weekends. She couldn’t remember when she’d last been out with a man who wasn’t a client hoping for free advice about investments.
‘Well, I hope he appreciates
