Vivian was a teenage hairdresser when she first met Bret Erskin. He was a little older, charming, charismatic beyond his years, and a whirlwind of energy. A young man going places.

 

The young Vivian was clever and exuded a quiet aura which, along with a stunning figure and looks, put her out of reach of most young men. Bret Erskin for once, found he had met his equal.

 

When Bret qualified as a commercial property surveyor, they married and immediately set up a property business. Bret was the public face; Vivian was the unseen force keeping Bret in line. Totally in love she happily let him take the lime light.

 

As the company grew, Vivian began dealing with highly qualified men who they did their business with. Some of whom, did not take too well to dealing with a young and unqualified woman. To them she became, ‘the hairdresser.’

 

Now, years later Bret was dead and with mummering’s that Vivian was not capableof running their now hugely successful company alone, the nickname re surfaced.

 

But that was the least of her problems. The quiet wife and partner once happy to stay in the background, was not only dealing with bereavement she was also facing a plot to oust her. She had a decision to make; retire comparatively young and rich or, step in to her husband’s large shoes.