*****

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,

*****

picture displays on James’ laptop, a grainy shot of a busy

him

indicate the blurred face of a fair-haired man seated by the cafe window. “That’s

the

into a

know

How long was

things at first,

done well, Kirstie; very well.

“My phone?”

tone is impatient, and he holds

“Unlock it please.” As I hesitate, “I don’t want to spy on your

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

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

course, you buy what you can afford, but in this case, given the excellent work you did this morning, I want

“Er, no….”

???

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

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

on second thoughts, it would look a bit odd for me to be sitting at the reception desk….” He stands, opens the door and sticks his head out.

door: Francis, looking at me curiously, the lobby

Francis.” says James,

“kirstie-01”

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

think the information in

change,” he comments,

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