Meanwhile, perky flatmate Suze, the daughter of fabulously rich and indulgent parents, is little help, although she does fix Rebecca up with her equally wealthy cousin, Tarquin Cleath-Stuart.
An officious accounts manager named Derek Smeath sends increasingly less polite dunning notices every day, and her tall tales about broken legs and dead dogs and even a recent conversion to evangelical Christianity are failing to deter-or amuse-him. Her pitiful salary, though, doesn’t allow for extravagances like these, and her overdraft allowance has been exceeded by several thousand pounds. In fact, Rebecca harbors an irrational wish to be run over just so the world can see her new bra with embroidered yellow rosebuds and gorgeous matching knickers. But she herself can’t resist a designer sale, the more useless and expensive a garment, the better. Rebecca Bloomwood is a financial journalist of sorts, offering sensible advice-which she seldom takes-in the glossy periodical Successful Saving. Another bright young thing from London with a bad habit: shopping.
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