A Very Accidental Love Story. Claudia Carroll
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CLAUDIA CARROLL
A Very Accidental Love Story
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Copyright © Claudia Carroll 2012
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Source ISBN: 9781847562722
Ebook Edition © September 2012 ISBN: 9780007453405
Version: 2016-02-18
Dedication
For Anita Notaro, with love.
Watch your thoughts, for they become words,
Watch your words, for they become actions,
Watch your actions, for they become habits,
Watch your habits, for they become character,
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.
Anonymous
Contents
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Prologue
They say no man is an island, but Eloise Elliot was.
Not that this particularly bothered her most of the time, but tonight was different.
It was her thirtieth birthday, and, bar a few stragglers from the accounts department who’d famously go to the opening of a fridge door if they thought they might scab a free drink out of it, no one had turned up.
No one.
Not a single one of the Board of Directors she worked so slavishly for; nor any of her senior editorial team, colleagues she’d known and worked shoulder-to-shoulder with for the past seven gruelling years. Not even the few – the very few – co-workers who, if she didn’t exactly think of them as friends, at least didn’t