Looking across the bank of screens, Mr Steele tried to stop scanning and fix upon one alone. A kid in the candy store, he had too many choices and so on his eyes wandered as his mind struggled to keep up. Four years into his scheme, he did not ever tire of this side of things. Though his visits in person had subsided somewhat, he was nonetheless excited by them. A pity then that it was not better news that brought him here. In truth it seldom was.
The report from Ellen was nothing to worry about, she had dealt with it now and explained in full. It was just a nagging doubt he felt. A feeling that there was something between the lines that he had missed. A feeling that it was all too neat. A feeling that was encouraged by Mr Paul. He was a man who distrusted too many feelings, but knew it w
