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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.”

to the back office. “Mrs Gillis, can you man the

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laptop, a grainy shot

you point him out to

the blurred face of a fair-haired man seated by

the image is very

and the image tightens, resolving into

you know him?” I

long was

was imagining things at

done well, Kirstie; very well.

“My phone?”

holds out his hand, curling his fingers in a

to him. He glances at it, back and front, looking unimpressed, then says “Unlock it please.” As I hesitate, “I don’t want

in my passcode and return it to him. He taps the screen, running through menus. After

are a bit deeper than mine, Sir. I bought the phone

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

“Er, no….”

???

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

It’s just what was being used on the desk when I started the job, to book

the reception desk….” He stands,

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

says James, “What’s the

“kirstie-01”

askance. “I think we can improve on that as a password,

I didn’t think

he comments, jabbing

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