“Us?”

“Charlotte, myself and Michael.”

“Right, so….?

“I’ve been quite impressed with your performance….”

Really?

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I liked the way you dealt the situation out on the street the other day, and Ben in the downstairs lobby; even, dare I say it, the situation when Ben dragged you to our home, although I’ll admit, that’s with the benefit of hindsight.”

I flush. “You didn’t seem very impressed at the time.”

He rolls his eyes ceiling-ward. “Yes, I’ve never apologised for that, have I….”

“I don’t think you have a lot to apologise for, Sir. I feel terrible about it….”

“Well, get over it. It’s in the past. I want to talk about where we go from here. It seems to me that you handle yourself rather well in awkward situations and that being the case, I have a favour to ask of you.”

What’s he talking about?

“Right…. what is this favour?”

Perhaps I look suspicious. For a moment, he meets my eyes, his gaze level, expressionless; then he says, “Don’t misunderstand my motives, Kirstie. I’m not about to go dipping my nib in the office ink. It would be horribly unprofessional of me, and also, regardless of what Ben might think, I’m a married man.”

I flush. “I didn’t mean that at all.”

“Good. But for the avoidance of doubt….”

what is this

the lobby desk right through the day. You are in a key position. You see everyone who comes in or out of the building; workers, visitors, delivery men, couriers.… everyone. They all must go by you. You also see a lot of what passes by the building or happens in front of

Choosing his words?

to do what you already do naturally and as part of your job,

“To you?”

me. You will be my eyes and

coffee, digesting his words. “So, you want me to…. what? Be a spy

you to do something underhand or illegal and that’s not it at all. Really, all I’m asking you to do is something which comes easily to you, which is to watch the people around us for any kind of threat. I think you are a ‘people-person’, good at assessing

my stomach. “Is

can handle that kind of thing myself rather easily, even when I have to take Michael’s feelings into consideration. Despite Marcie’s remarks to the

must speak volumes. He sucks in a smile. “Yes, Michael did tell me what Marcie said, and it doesn’t faze me. That female has been trying to get her claws into Michael for years. It must have come

“A woman

laughter dancing in

what am I watching for,

threats to Charlotte, much more

smoothness to his words that leaves me thinking of the proverbial swan; all calm grace above water, frenzied activity down below, out of sight. “Mr

“James….”

me more than that. It sounds as though you’re asking me

I’m not asking that of you. Other people,

What sort

you to watch for anything that….” He holds up both hands

me to

that’s all I’m

do I make these

find a second panic button has been installed. If you hit that alarm, Kirstie, it will come directly to my phone, and those of a number

“Which other people?

“Michael for one….”

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