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.”

frowns, then her face clears. “Sure.

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

all the hallmarks of a scam, except that all it appears to have achieved is to sell you an item of sexy

to have achieved?” She swallows. “I’ve not done something stupid,

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

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

*****

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

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 and

are

adjustments to my

two minutes. Welcome to Arcadia Lingerie! We’re thrilled to have you

I read on…

selling a quality

my

I

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

Yes,

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

“Beth alright? And Adam?”

Just catching up on their

me to him, along with some of the

then shrugs. “What’s so exciting about a sales

sip the malt, then take a gulp.

to sell her this or

in-box purporting to come

in his seat. “No, they don’t.” He pulls at his chin. “If I’m mentioned, it’s because the ad comes from one of

This email professed to

“Personal email address?”

“No, work address.”

ten-second

case, why the personal connection to

What did that email lead Charlotte

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

man to know but, just because a company is legitimate… It’s website too, perhaps… Does that necessarily mean that

it fucking

closely. “Why don’t you take a close look at the link and

up Charlotte’s email

Find

can’t match Charlotte for looks, but the suggestion is there: a red-headed girl in sexy underwear which, had I really sent this message, is just

right on target, whoever they are. This

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

the home page of the target website. There’s not even that attached tagging that tells the more alert reader that some associate

home page, looking for anything out of kilter.

on the Home Page. Where would she go next? How about the page it’s showing on

the link on the email doesn’t lead her…” And I swallow my words in

doesn’t lead

I have sent her a request to buy

Christ!

have searched through to find it, scoured the menus

would

on the knuckles of one hand, with the other I mouse through menus until I

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