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.The meeting with the company lawyers was short.Richard went over Hanna’s official police statement and handed them photocopies of it.He expressed his concerns regarding the toilet checks and they were duly noted down on paper.She had expected Tony to stir things up but he only made notes and kept quiet.If Nicky had been here she would have dominated the discussion, not witnessed it as Tony did.Martin handed out a document with key points for the joint defence and repeated the company’s express wish for Hanna to hold no press conferences, without prior consent of the press office.The entire affair was over in not more than twenty minutes.Hanna thanked Richard and promised to be in touch.“It would be hard for the airline to get rid of you,” he reassured her.“You have a very high profile now.Those threats were less of a serious blackmail, but more of a tactic to persuade you.Keep that in mind!”As she drove on the motorway she kept trying to picture herself in airports all over the world talking about new exciting offers and the great service customers could expect on board.She just could not see it: she was more of a doer than a talker.Come to think of it she found it equally hard to imagine being on a plane again, and work as if nothing had ever happened.She would never be able to open a toilet door on an aircraft and not think of Mrs White.Did she really want to carry on with this life? Continuously going from A to B to Z? Maybe the incident had been the wake-up call she had needed to take a closer look at her priorities.Wouldn’t it be nice if she could take care of someone whom she liked and knew more personally than she did with her random colleagues and customers on every flight? Fariba’s offer suddenly had a lot more appeal than that of the airline and it would solve a lot of issues in one go.At least it would buy her time.She left more messages for Patrick on his voice mail, tried two of his musician friends and one of his business partners in the hope that word would reach him.With that she had exhausted all of her avenues to reach her brother.Inside the flat, Walter was working on his family chronicle and Biddy was fast asleep.“Pumpkin, how was your day?” her father said without really looking up from his paperwork.He was so entranced in his chronicle work that he didn’t even ask about her meetings.“All fine, thanks Dad,” Hanna said quickly, relieved not having to go over everything again and possibly face yet more harsh criticism and ‘constructive’ help from her father.“Good.You know you can talk to me any time you need to,” he said, then carried on writing.“Thank you!”“Oh, Henrik called earlier.Could you please ring him back?”“Any idea what it was about?”“Of course not.He never tells me anything,” Walter said.“Nobody ever does.”Hanna left the room and rang Henrik.“Sis, I had a call from Patrick,” he said, overly cheerful.“Great.How is he?”“No idea, he was busy.He told me that he got all your messages about wanting to talk and needing his help,” Henrik said pointedly.“He would love to speak with you but is very busy.He gave me the number of his current secretary, Hilary.She has his schedule and can make an appointment with you for him.”“Excellent,” Hanna said excitedly, deciding to ignore his jealousy.“Why did he call you and not me directly?”“You have not answered any of Hilary’s voicemails, so they had to go through me.”“Well, if I don’t recognise the number I assume it is the press.”“Never mind, the main thing is he got through to you.I, however, have much bigger news than that,” Henrik announced.“Are you sitting down?”“Sunita is pregnant!” Hanna guessed.“No.I have news regarding you.I had another phone call.”“And…?” Hanna said impatiently.She hated those all important moments her brother seemed to enjoy beyond necessity.“I hope you are sitting.I had a call from nobody other than Mr White’s personal assistant.The man wants to meet you
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