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“Ready to go?” I tuck the last of the papers I need into my briefcase, make a quick scan of my desk to be sure I’ve not missed anything.
“Ready when you are,” replies James.
“Good. Francis, could you ask Ross to bring the car to the front, please. You can tell him he’ll be taking me and James to meet the Thorntons at their headquarters.”
In the elevator on the way down, tinny Christmas jingles scratch over my skull.
Bloody racket….
Surely, we can do better than that….
Have a word with Francis about it….
We cross the lobby, with its Christmas tree sparkling brightly and the decorations seasonal, but not too overdone.
Kirstie’s work?
Quite a good result there….
Charlotte is here, standing by the door, a mug of something steaming in her hand.
“Good evening, Charlotte. Are
