TWENTY
Swept along with a crowd of commuters eager to catch express trains home, Emma failed to notice Jack standing on the corner opposite City Terminus Station, until she heard her name yelled over and over. ‘What on earth are you doing here?’ she asked, after pushing her way to the edge of the pavement. ‘I thought your interview was at two.’
‘It was,’ Jack replied, reaching out to draw her into the shadow of a high-rise building. ‘Over and dusted in a few minutes. Come back next year. Not a word of sympathy that I’d been charged with a crime I didn’t commit and had to suffer weeks of not knowing the outcome. Oh no, we mustn’t express emotion and risk a reprimand for bending the rules. Three sanctimonious pricks sitting in judgment behind a massive counter, as though I was on trial aga
