“Charlotte, when you ordered that corset, did anything seem odd about the transaction? About the way the website worked? How they took your money? Anything?”
Her mouth is a little slack. “No, it seemed completely normal. Master, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
Richard says, “Charlotte, after you ordered the goods, what did you do next?”
Her eyes go vacant for a second, then she turns to me, “I sent you a message, Master, to say I’d bought it…” Her voice trails off… “Oh…” Her eyes widen.
I take a breath. “And I opened it. But I wasn’t paying attention. Charlotte, was it a fresh email? Or a reply to the one you thought I’d sent you?”
“It was a reply.” Her hand rises to her mouth… “But if there was anything wrong in there, your security would have
