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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.”

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

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picture displays on James’ laptop, a

point him out to me,

indicate the blurred face of a fair-haired man seated by

zooms but the image

into

you know him?” I

How long was

thought I was imagining things at first, but after a while I was

Kirstie; very well. May I see your

“My phone?”

impatient, and he holds out his hand, curling his

back and front, looking unimpressed, then says “Unlock it please.” As

He taps the screen, running through menus. After only a few moments, he comments, “Mmmm, not a fantastic model,

nettled, “I think your pockets are a bit deeper than mine, Sir. I bought the phone I

his brows. “My apologies, Kirstie. I meant no offence. Of course, you buy what you can afford, but in this case, given the excellent work you did this morning, I want you to have the equipment to match the job. I assume you have no objection to a phone

“Er, no….”

???

get something ordered for you with a decent camera and a lot more

idea. It’s just what was being used on the desk when I started

would look a bit odd for me to be sitting at the reception desk….” He stands, opens the door and sticks his head out. “Francis, could you pop down to the lobby please

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

James, “What’s

“kirstie-01”

at me askance. “I think we can improve on that as a

I didn’t think

change,” he comments,

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