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The office had gone quiet around me by degrees, first the designers leaving one by one, then the meeting room emptying out, then the front desk going dark when Olly left without looking in my direction. Now the only light burning in the whole floor was the one above my desk and the glow of the excel sheet on my screen.
I had been at it since Marcus left that morning.
The notebook beside my keyboard was covered in numbers and supplier names and question marks and lines crossing out the question marks where I had found answers and more question marks where I hadn't. My phone was warm from being held so long. I had it wedged between my ear and my shoulder while I typed with both hands, waiting for someone on the other end to pick up, and when they did I wrote down what the
