Charlotte
I enter the café and don’t even have to look around before a man who looked to be in his early 30s waved at me from a corner table. I walk over and sit opposite him. He had bleached hair and a hipster outfit, nothing would make me believe he was a P.I. if I hadn’t been told earlier. He was also good looking but after having been surrounded by Adonis’ the last few days, he did not even compare. “Hello. I a Charlotte Kingsley” I tell him and he nods in my direction
“I know” He raised a picture of me walking out of the office on my first day…WTF
“Wow” I laugh a little
“Do you have the file?” He asked and I handed it to him. He collected it and looked at me from the top of his sunglasses-who wears sunglasses indoors “You did not open it” It was not a question
“I was instructed
