*****

I wait until I am sure and then press the button below my desk. Then I tap onto the intercom. “Francis, is Mr Alexanders there?”

“He is, Kirstie, I’ll pass you through.”

“Hello, Kirstie. What can I do for you? Is this connected to the message that just came to my phone?”

“Yes, there’s a man in the cafe over the road, and he’s watching this building; everyone that comes in and out. I thought it was my imagination at first, but he’s definitely watching.”

“I’m on my way.”

Within two minutes, the elevator doors open and James steps out, making a point I think, of walking deliberately casually. He leans against my desk, his back to the front windows propping himself with arms folded, looking down at me as if he is simply chatting.

“Can you point him out to me, please.”

“He’s just left, while you were coming down. But I caught him on my phone camera.”

“Let me see.” He peers in at the two-inch image on my tiny screen.

“I’m sorry it’s not very good. I was trying not to be conspicuous about it and I couldn’t hold the phone still very easily.”

“Don’t worry about that, Kirstie. Email it to me and I’ll take a proper look at it.”

“Can you do anything with it? I don’t know much about this image-enhancing stuff.”

“No, but I do.”

“You do?”

He glances askance at me. “There’s a reason that I’m the Technical Director here, you know.”

back office. “Mrs Gillis, can you man the front desk, please.

*****

laptop, a grainy shot of

him out

a fair-haired

the image

tightens, resolving into a recognisable

you know him?”

How long

ten minutes that I noticed. I thought I was imagining things

done well, Kirstie; very well.

“My phone?”

His tone is impatient, and he holds out his hand, curling his fingers in a

I pass my mobile across to him. He glances at it, back and front, looking unimpressed, then says “Unlock it please.” As I hesitate, “I don’t want to spy on your photo collection. I need to check the

He taps the screen, running through menus. After only a few moments, he

think your pockets are a bit deeper than mine, Sir.

meant no offence. Of course, you buy what you can afford, but in this case, given the excellent work you did this

“Er, no….”

???

a lot more memory. I’d like to look at the laptop you’re using too. What model

just what was being used on the desk when I started the job, to book visitors

at the reception desk….” He stands, opens the

later, there is a tap on the door: Francis, looking at me curiously, the lobby

Francis.” says James, “What’s the

“kirstie-01”

glances at me askance. “I think we can improve

never really thought about it. I didn’t think the

may change,” he

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