I opened the letter and began to read….
‘ I bet you wonder what on earth you let yourself in for working here..I am sorry I was so abrupt with you when you first joined,but I could see that you would be exactly the right person for this task. There were a few checks I had to make first – to just reassure myself I had indeed made the best recruitment choice.
I am being followed, I wasn’t sure but now I am. Someone wants me out of the picture, and I think it is something to do with my grandfather. Its definitely to do with the business, which as I believe I told you, is due to be signed over to me, when my grandfather becomes too frail. Well sadly, he is reaching that point, but I need to know more company history from him. So I must get down to see him. Before Tom or Maggie find out. I thought I could trust Maggie to help – but she just tells Tom everything. I cannot risk that.
I will ring you later, probably around five and give you three rings first so you can get to a place to receive the call. There will be things I need you to do. By now you should have received the mobile – Its in a case very similar to yours. Because they would spot a different one. When it rings only answer if you have had the three ring code. I will not be able to text.
I am trusting you to be able to help me
Soon
Helen Bright’
So what was I to do, sit and wait for this call ? Lorraine put her head round the door – was I coming for lunch then? We sat with the others and laughed and joked, but my mind was really not there – what in the world was going on – and where were those cameras hidden? I could see Lorraine, she was talking to me but her eyes flicked from me to Deano and lingered longer than necessary as he delivered the punchline to a joke he probably thought was new – it wasn’t. I could feel Maggie watching me, but when I tried to catch her eye she looked away, also to give Deano attention and enjoy his entire repertoire of ‘funnies’ The lad definitely understood how to hold court with his audience. Soon he got up and pulled on a jacket. As he did, quite a few of the others did the same. Ahh, cigarette time. A time to ’smirt’ in the freezing February weather. What a great word, to smirt – or smoke and flirt – a term I had read in a glossy magazine while waiting at an agency just to be told again they had no work.
Soon it were time to go upstairs. Then I heard it – the three ring code.
I was on the first landing – where could I go? Before I knew what I was doing, I had sat myself in that cupboard. Then the phone rang, I answered , knowing of course who it would be but not expecting a trip to the coast!
