WHERE THERE’S HOPE

Louise Blyth, 36, Nottinghamshire

Dearest George,

The first time I met you, I thought you were a plonker. Walking into a boardroom full of suited up executives, I was shaking with nerves.

It was 2006, and at 23, I was at my first day of a sales graduate training programme at Mars Chocolate in Slough.

Just then, you came up to me, a huge grin across your face.

‘Hi, I’m George,’ you said, oozing confidence.

‘Nice to meet you, sir,’ I replied.

I figured you must be important, tried to make a good impression.

A few minutes later, I was called into an introductory meeting with the other trainees – and there you were, sat at the front – you were trainee just like me!

You’d acted like you’d owned the place!

Who is this guy? I thought.

Little did