Page 9 of Alice Carver Manifests Her Perfect Life
‘Sorry to interrupt,’ she says smoothly.
‘Not at all,’ I say sweetly and politely. I may not be six feet tall like her, but I can play nice.
She gives me an appreciative smile: good manners cost nothing and I hope Matthew Lloyd has taken note.
Then she looks past me.
‘That call’s come through… ?’ she says.
‘Thanks, Rachel,’ says Matthew, checking his watch and walking briskly towards the door. ‘I’ll take it in the office.’
What?
I think my mouth is still hanging open as the library doorshuts slowly. I turn to Rachel, who is following Matthew out. ‘Hang on,’ I say. ‘Does he work here again or something?’
‘Matthew?’ she checks, pausing.
‘Yes. Matthew.’ I nod.
‘Barely.’ She tosses her glossy mane and smiles at me. ‘Only when he’s in the country. Now he’s got this place where he wants it, he more or less leaves us to get on with it.’
‘Got this place where he wants it?’ I repeat inanely.
‘It’s even better than he told us it would be,’ she says. ‘But it’s not surprising. I mean it was his vision. Apparently he’s always imagined it since he was a boy – he grew up in the village, you know? I’ve worked in some amazing hotels but none of them were like this. And he doesn’t pay me to say that by the way.’ Rachel laughs prettily.
‘Sorry: are you saying Matthew Lloyd has become a hotel manager?’
‘No.’ Rachel laughs again. ‘He’s the owner.’
Just as I realise that there’s a small bit of saliva actually coming out of the corner of my mouth, the library door opens a fraction, a scuffed trainer toe appears and a deep voice says, ‘Rachel?’
‘Yes?’ She swings to attention.
‘I forgot to mention: this guest may well need assistance to dial 999 on account of her horribly broken toe, and if you could send Troy or Kate through to hold her drink as well, that would be super.’
Rachel frowns.
‘She’s a code 44,’ says Matthew. ‘Standard princess treatment.’
Rachel stifles a snigger.
‘Plus you may want to check the attire of the other guests,’ says Matthew, ‘in case it offends Alice. We wouldn’t want that.’
Then he raises his eyebrows at me, flashes that smug smile and disappears.
I fucking HATE Matthew Lloyd.
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The Universe has spoken. And you listened. You decided to change your life. It’s one thing to plan to change your life; it’s another thing toactuallychange your life. People make plans all the time; plans are actionless.
But writing in this journal for manifesting,
The Guide™?
That is action. That is change. Remember:
I write; I act; I change…
