“OKAY, WHAT IS IT, LOU?” Nathan asked the moment they were alone in the office.
“That email you had me sort out,” Louisa said, “it managed to get through. I guess the storm must have slacked at some point, long enough for the laptop to get a connection to the internet at least.”
Nathan was pleased with that piece of news but couldn’t see that it was worth cutting in on his interview with Mr Bonner. “I don’t suppose there’s been a reply,” he said hopefully, not daring to cross his fingers, it was enough of a miracle that the email had made it through the storm.
“There has.” Louisa smiled at the surprise on her friend’s face. “Along with seven junk emails, which must have appeared almost the instant the laptop managed to get a signal, I had an email from my assistant and another from Step
