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.”

then her face clears. “Sure.

with a couple of A4 sheets. “Invoice and delivery note.” Shaking her

a scam, except that all it appears to have achieved is to sell you

have achieved?” She swallows. “I’ve

the only intention was to sell

but somewhere in the back of my head, alarm bells are

*****

I’m still shaking my head. The lingerie company appears to be a perfectly legitimate business. It’s been trading for nigh-on thirty years and the only thing that’s changed in that time is the

that the company listed on the paperwork is the same one as is connected with the website. A 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 doing solid

those alarm bells are still

a newsletter. So, making a couple of adjustments to my online security first, I

email pops into my inbox within two minutes. Welcome to Arcadia Lingerie!

I read on…

marketing stuff. Not inspired, but since they’re selling a quality product that speaks for itself, they’re doing

back in my seat, fingers drumming the

if I

my chair, but it’s only Richard. “I

Yes, of

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

“Beth alright? And Adam?”

up on their sleep.” He

Charlotte gave me to him, along with some of the

“What’s so exciting about a sales pitch

then take

all the time, trying to sell her this or that: clothes, jewellery, bags, hats… For that matter, so

in Beth’s in-box purporting

because the ad comes from one of the How To Spend It outlets. Usually trying to persuade her that I need a new

This email professed to come

“Personal email address?”

“No, work address.”

taking a ten-second look at

case, why the personal connection

email lead Charlotte to

enough tactic with hackers, but

legitimate… It’s website too,

course it

look at the link and page

email

browse this site. Find something you like. Life’s getting back to normal

corset. The model can’t match Charlotte for looks, but the suggestion is there: a red-headed girl

they are. This

over the link to the website… again… I already know what I’ll find, I’ve done it three times already. The

tagging that tells the more alert reader that some associate account is going to

looking for anything out of kilter. But there’s

pours another inch into my glass, then his. “Alright, so Charlotte’s on the Home Page. Where would she go next? How about the page it’s

email doesn’t lead her…” And I swallow

doesn’t lead her

have sent her a request to

Christ!

through to find it, scoured the menus until she found

she would have

with the other I mouse through

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