Quite a view, wouldn’t you say, Miss Cornell?
She silently nodded. He had no idea…
The man excused himself for a moment, and left her to wait by the window.
Judith’s gaze just floated over the bay. The greyness of the scenery gave it a painted feeling. The moment she had passed Mr Bettwood’s office door, the sight of the bridge had caught her attention. Although not quite alike, it looked a whole lot like the Øresundsbroen.
Suddenly, she was sitting again, all buckled up, staring out the oval aircraft window. Approaching Copenhagen for the first time, just as the sun was starting to peek over the horizon, she remembered vividly spotting the impressive silhouette of the mythical bridge.
She sighed, because unlike that first time she had flown over the Danish capital so eager to touch ground, now she knew all the memories she was about to make. The day was barely starting, and so was her exciting journey.
To say that she had traveled on a budget would have been an understatement. But it hadn’t stopped her from living the adventure to the fullest.
And a second time, and a third, and a fourth.
Mr Bettwood coughed, shaking her out of her reverie.
Forgive me for the wait, Miss Cornell… Let me just start by offering you our firm’s congratulations on your good fortune. 35 million dollars is quite a life-changing income. And we’re very glad you decided to let us help you manage it. May I ask you what you’d like to do first?
She smiled, her eyes still locked on the cars crossing the bridge, 22 floors below.
Henry, I’d really like to go for a hot-dog in Copenhagen.
The well-kept gentleman nodded. He hand-wrote a short note.
Hot-dog in Copenhagen it is then, Miss Cornell.