Copyright © 2007 by Jade Winters
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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
THE TENTH FLOOR of the Parliament View apartment block overlooked the city of London. The living room's floor-to-ceiling windows offered panoramic views of the River Thames, upon which the illuminated Houses of Parliament sat, highlighting its striking architecture. Like most days, Rebecca awoke ahead of her five-thirty a.m. alarm call and stood at the window of her apartment watching London come alive. It was hard not to be in awe of the city from this angle — most people only saw London from the ground upwards. She loved the beauty and history that epitomised the city. For a few more moments she watched the road below her, alive with braided strands of traffic, then walked back over to the bed and gently lowered herself down, being careful not to wake its sleeping occupant.