The sub-penthouse floor was almost deserted. With the sudden decision to run an executive meeting downstairs, all staff had followed Joni to set things up. Only Mark stayed, finishing a paper Dennis wanted on Campbell’s desk in a hurry. Nobody messed with what Mr Connor demanded, and by the time quiet descended, he’d completed the task.
He wandered into Campbell’s office and around the desk. If he left this to one side of the keyboard, then Campbell would find it when he returned. His hand hovered over the keyboard as he surveyed the reception area. He was alone.
Mark tapped the keyboard and the screen woke up. An email was open. An interesting email.
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The boardroom doors closed behind Joni. She’d offered to stay to takes notes after setting up a pot of coffee and selection of pas
