Fiona
It had not been a lie that I was nervous about the impromptu and mysterious meeting that Conrad had requested with me. I was.
It had been a half-truth, though. A half answer to Alexander’s question about what was troubling me.
I texted Nina again on my way in to the office, just to check in on her.
She replied: I’m totally fine, Fi. Pleeeease stop worrying about me.
It was a tough thing to do, but I told her I’d try.
At breakfast the previous morning, Nina had confessed that she’d had an unsettling incident after work a few nights before. I could tell that she had not been looking forward to telling me about it – she knew I was about to be horrified – so she kind of spat the story out quickly.
A customer at the club had gotten handsy with her and the bouncer kicked him
