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.

A4 sheets. “Invoice and delivery note.” Shaking her head

being targeted. The thing is, this has all the hallmarks of a scam, except that all it appears to have achieved is to sell you

achieved?” She swallows. “I’ve not done something

think so. But someone else has gone to a great deal of trouble if the only intention was to sell you expensive underwear.”

I’m looking for, but somewhere in the

*****

legitimate business. It’s been trading for nigh-on thirty

website. A further search shows that the directors are authentic, actually exist as people and, judging by the string of

are still ringing.

So, making a couple of adjustments to my online security first, I sign up and

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

I read on…

a

my

if I join

chair, but it’s only Richard. “I couldn’t

surprised. Yes, of

He 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

“Beth alright? And Adam?”

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

gave me to him, along with some of the

“What’s so exciting about a sales pitch for

the malt, then take a gulp. “Something’s

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

in-box

of the How To Spend It outlets. Usually trying to persuade her that I need a new diamond watch, or a yacht or an antique

This email professed to come from

“Personal email address?”

“No, work address.”

“… that’s public information. Anyone taking a ten-second look at a Haswell corporation

the personal connection

email lead Charlotte to do? It purported to advertise a lingerie website.

is a common enough tactic with hackers, but this link was to a legitimate

just because a company is legitimate…

it

take a close look at the link and

up Charlotte’s email onto the

might like to browse this site. Find something you

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

target, whoever they are. This is

it three times already. The link is clean, with

website. There’s not even that attached tagging that tells the more

scour the home page, looking for anything out of kilter.

his. “Alright, so Charlotte’s on the Home Page. Where would

on the email doesn’t lead

the link doesn’t lead her

sent her a

Christ!

scoured the menus until

she would have clicked

hand, with the other I mouse through

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