Love on the Ice
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‘Sir Robert,’ he said carefully, ‘I know we’ve had a few run ins in the past but when did you start to disrespect us so much?’
‘What?’
‘You refused to fund us before and now when B & B have withdrawn suddenly you realise that you have no real British Dancers for the Gold Ribbon event of the first Winter Olympic ever to be held in Britain…you think money is going to get you a medal?’
‘No! Of course not but it helps,’ said Sir Robert.
‘You can stick your damned money!’ Samantha got to her feet. ‘Nothing’s changed since we were here a few weeks ago begging you to fund us…we’re no better now than we were then. We don’t want your damned money!’ She glared at Morris, ‘And I would have thought better of you!’ Morris didn’t answer.
‘You say how with all your help we might just win the Bronze! The Bronze‽’ Samantha’s voice rose to almost a shout, ‘Alex and me we don’t want a bloody Bronze medal! We don’t want your money, or your help. You just get out of our way and we’re going to bring back the Gold!’ She punched the desk in front of them really hard. ‘We’re going to bring back the Olympic Gold Medal Sir Robert…get that‽’ She stared Sir Robert right into the eyes and for the first time he saw her as more than a rather tiresome young girl but as an inspired young woman. ‘We’re going to bring it back for Britain,’ she said and now her voice had dropped to almost a whisper, ‘we’re going to bring it back for you, for BIS, for UK Sport…’ she turned and pointed a finger at Morris: ‘…and we are going to bring it back for Benjamin and Belinda.’ She turned and stormed out of the room closely followed by Alex who for once hadn’t tried to soften his explosive partner’s words by one syllable.
Morris and Sir Robert watched them go. They sat in silence for a full thirty seconds letting the tension in the room drain away. At last Morris held out his hand and clicked his fingers at Sir Robert. Sir Robert sighed then reached in his inside pocket and handed Morris a £20 note.
