James

Adam is safely born. Beth is asleep. Richard too…

Nervous exhaustion?

Lol!

It’s quiet. And it’s dark.

And it’s the first real chance I’ve had to sit quietly. To think…

… To consider what Charlotte said.

But… but… you sent me an email, with the link to the site and that photo. I went right through it. They had some lovely things. But I knew you liked that corset so I bought it.

I turn the words over in my head.

Not like her to fall for something like that… Way too canny…

Too suspicious…

So it must have been good.

?

It seemed to come from me…

So, someone had my email address…

And baited the message with something so perfect Charlotte had no reason to doubt it…

And they… they…

… they what?

They sold her a corset…

?

?

Weird or what…

Yes… What?

How could they know her that well? To target her so well?

*****

“Charlotte, do you still have that email? The one you said I sent you. Or have you wiped it?”

She glances up from her laptop. “I was just about to wipe it. Why?”

“I’d like to see it. And the invoice for the corset if you still have it. And the packing slip.”

face clears. “Sure.

a couple of A4 sheets. “Invoice and delivery note.” Shaking her head slightly, “Why the

being targeted. The thing is, this has all the hallmarks of a scam, except that

She swallows. “I’ve not

think so. But someone else has gone to a great deal of trouble if the only intention was to

for, but somewhere in the back

*****

still shaking my head. The lingerie company appears to be a perfectly legitimate business. It’s been trading for nigh-on

further search shows that the directors are authentic, actually exist as people and, judging by the string of company accounts I’ve looked over, are

are still ringing. Something

to my

into my inbox within two minutes. Welcome to Arcadia Lingerie! We’re thrilled to have

I read on…

standard marketing stuff. Not inspired, but since they’re selling a quality

back in my seat, fingers

if I join

in my chair, but

surprised. Yes, of course.

to it.” He pulls up a chair by my desk, slides a glass across to me. An inch of amber nectar sits in the bottom of

“Beth alright? And Adam?”

me a silly grin. “Doing great. Just catching up on their sleep.” He leans in peering

me to him, along with some of the print-offs I’ve

so

sip the malt, then

her this or that: clothes,

arrive in Beth’s in-box purporting to come

it’s because the ad comes from one of the How To Spend It

email professed to come

“Personal email address?”

“No, work address.”

Anyone taking a ten-second look at

why the

What did that email lead Charlotte to do? It purported to advertise a lingerie website. What exactly did she do when

link. Click-baiting is a common enough tactic with hackers, but this link was to

because a company is legitimate… It’s website too, perhaps… Does that necessarily mean that an individual page or link

course it fucking

my face closely. “Why don’t you take a close look at the link and page together? Perhaps

email onto the screen, ‘from

browse this site. Find

an emerald green corset. The model can’t match Charlotte for looks, but the suggestion is there:

was right on target, whoever they are. This

website… again… I already know what I’ll find, I’ve done it three times already. The link is clean, with none of the ‘behind the screen’ coding

home page of the target website. There’s not even that attached tagging that tells

home page, looking for anything out of

glass, then his. “Alright, so Charlotte’s on the Home Page. Where would she go next? How about the page it’s showing on the email? The one

email doesn’t lead her…” And I swallow

doesn’t lead

sent her a request to buy that

Christ!

scoured the menus

she would

the other I mouse through menus

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