Richard

As he turns from the elevator, James' face is a mask. He doesn't meet my eye or Francis’. The door clicks closed behind him and Francis looks to me, her head tilted in question.

My voice low. “Get hold of Charlotte.”

She nods, biting her lip, tapping into her desk phone. After a moment, “Charlotte, I have Richard for you.”

Speaking quietly, “Charlotte can you come to my office right away.”

“I'm just in the middle of something. Right now?”

“Yes, right now. James' daughter just paid him a visit and I don't think it went well.”

“I'm on my way.” And the line goes dead.

“Get me Michael too.” Francis reaches for the phone again.

*****

Charlotte

Two seconds to save my work, one second to slap down the lid of my laptop and I set off at a run. As I exit the elevator, Richard is waiting, perched on the edge of Francis’ desk, head bowed. Francis’ eyes are swimming.

“Georgie came to see him…?”

Surely he'd be pleased, happy?

“… What happened?”

Richard raises his head. “Thank you for coming so quickly. We don't know what happened. She arrived and he looked delighted as he went down to meet her. As she left, she wouldn't even let him see her downstairs. He's in his office.”

I swallow, my breath pulling short. I tap softly on the closed door...

The barrier…

No reply.

tap again, more

Francis...

“… James?”

No reply.

“James…. Master?”

handle with

Master stands with his back to me, hands clasped behind his back, staring out of the window over the

“Master?”

alone, Charlotte.

“But Master...”

said leave me alone!” Then he

His eyes are shiny…

“Just go, Charlotte. Please.

*****

Richard

not that she’d really stepped

Francis wraps arms around her. “He didn't mean it. He's just

“I know, but...”

swish open and

He must have flown...

her into his embrace. “Whatever he did or said,

She sniffs, pulling the heel of her hand over nose and eyes. Francis passes her a box of tissues. As she

nod back. Of

through his hair, he takes a deep breath and steps

*****

Michael

you're upset, but do you really think that making

turned, James’ voice is

she’s crying. Look at me will you.” He turns. “Want to talk about

“No.”

“Want to get drunk?”

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