The wrong address

Gina is anxious about her new job. Then a mistake is made... but whose mistake was it?

- A short story by S Bee

So, Mr Frazer, just to confirm. That's an appointment to view the property at number 31 Meadow Lane tomorrow, Friday, with me, at 2pm,” Gina stated to her potential new client over the phone.

“See you there,” Mr Frazer said.

“Bye for now!” Gina ended the call, then she glanced at the clock - it was noon, and the small team at the estate agency were starting to unpack their lunch boxes.

Everyone ate at their desks, but Gina liked a bit of fresh air.

She turned to her colleague Ben. “I'll be going out for lunch.”

“That's fine, but before you go - have you entered the appointment you've just arranged in the digital diary?”

She gulped - no, she hadn't.

Being a rusty returner, Gina was grateful for his support, especially with battle-axe line manager Elaine keeping a close eye on proceedings from her office at the back.

She was still logged in on the computer.

Gina found the diary, put 'Mr Frazer,' and added the time, date and address. Then she grabbed her jacket and headed out.

Originally an office girl, she'd been a home-maker and had taken on the child care while her hubby brought home the bacon.

But with both children at the comprehensive, and her parents keeping an eye on the kids after school, Gina had decided to re-enter the work place.

Gina fretted. It was the next day, it was two o'clock and she was here at 31 Meadow Lane.

But where an earth was Mr Frazer?

Despite its charming name, the property was a run-down terrace, located near an industrial estate.

The peeling wallpaper and bare floorboards will make this a hard sell, she mused, and had probably been on their books for ages.