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

is, this has all the hallmarks of a scam, except that all it appears to have

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

trouble if the only intention was to sell you expensive underwear.” I snap my fingers at the sheets in

for, but somewhere in the back of

*****

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

registrar reveals 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,

bells are still

my online security first, I sign up

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

I read on…

selling a quality product that speaks for

my seat, fingers

I

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

Yes, of course.

my desk, slides a glass across to me. An inch of amber nectar sits

“Beth alright? And Adam?”

“Doing great. Just catching up on their

me to him, along with some of the

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

then take a gulp.

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

they arrive in Beth’s in-box purporting

it’s because the ad comes from one of the How To Spend It outlets. Usually trying to persuade

email professed to come from

“Personal email address?”

“No, work address.”

a ten-second look at a Haswell corporation brochure

case, why the personal

email lead Charlotte to do? It

hackers, but this link was to a legitimate company,

just because a company is legitimate… It’s website too, perhaps… Does that necessarily

course it fucking

close look at the link and page together? Perhaps I can ask some numbskull

up Charlotte’s email onto the screen, ‘from

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

a very attractive redhead wearing an emerald green corset. The model 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 the kind of

on target, whoever they are. This

already know what I’ll find, I’ve done it three times

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

page, looking for anything out of kilter. But there’s

“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 with the corset

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

link doesn’t

have sent her a request to buy

Christ!

searched through to find it, scoured

she would have clicked

the other I mouse through menus until I

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