This Time It’s Personnel (Oddjobs, #2)

by Heide Goody

Also, he had seen her eat both fruit and vegetables so she wasn’t totally Scottish.

Cattress had a posh southern accent, a limp handshake, gold cufflinks and what appeared to be a public-school tie. But Morag wasn’t quick to judge him. She would bide her time before declaring him an effete, toffee-nosed Sassenach.

Smothercated her.

“Okay. Big eyes, big tits plus she’s smarter than the pair of us combined. And she’s funny too.” “And she’s quite lovely.” “She is.” Junior considered this. “Bitch,” she said, finally. “Fucking bitch,” Senior agreed.

Nina prepared to take on these demons with the best she had (a combat method she called “pub car park bitch gone apeshit”)