Thanks for the comments! Yes it is an AU
“Well, you know this tale of my great-ancestor’s treasure?” Commander Christie offered his friend one of his own cigarettes and lit it for her.
“Um, yes, of course!” Miss Annersley hadn’t been listening when he had previously told her, instead she had been thinking about where to go for lunch around the Platz. People had said good things about the new chef at the Auberge… It was a while before she realised that Michael had finished speaking and was looking at her expectantly.
“Er, I think you’re quite right, Michael. Good scheme.”
He grinned at her, showing his magnificent teeth. “I thought you’d say that! You are clever, my dear. Far too clever for this place. How long have you been here now?”
“Oh, years,” Miss Annersley said. “Far longer than I care to remember.”
“Shall we have a little drink?” Commander Christie suggested.
“Why not?” Miss Annersley swung her feet up onto the desk, admiring her shapely ankles. Michael Christie went over to the bookshelves and extracted the whisky from behind Flemington.
Just then the telephone rang, but Hilda solved that problem by simply picking the receiver up and replacing it with a crash.
“So if you’re not joining Carey and I for the weekend, despite our desperate pleas, what are you doing?”
“That would be telling, Michael.” Hilda clinked her glass against Michael’s and swallowed it. “No, I thought I’d stay here and prepare for the Inspection.”
“What Inspection?”
“Oh, it’s the most ridiculous thing, darling. Just because twenty of the more tiresome girls in Inter V got themselves stuck half-way up a mountain and were accidentally left there for several days they’ve decided we need to be Inspected. Again.”
“Madge? Oh dear.”
“Yes, but Joey and Nell backed her up.” Hilda narrowed her eyes into the famous Annersley glare.
. LOL at the famous Annersley glare!
I like this! Thanks Mia.
