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ALICE
It was cold in the Bowhead Whale.
Really cold. Colder than in the rest of the building. Alice wondered if it was deliberately kept this way, if Julia liked her environment icy. She couldn’t recall any details from the roundtable – as she’d repeatedly told Sean and Leah, she barely remembered anything about the room, not that they cared.
She crouched, much like she’d done before, in Sean and Johan’s office. Again she was underneath a table, this time Julia’s acrylic ten-seater. She’d dressed absurdly, all in black, thinking it’d be discreet, and now felt like a cartoon bank robber. The camera had to be placed behind the head of the table, where Julia always sat; it was very important, Leah said, it was to establish their case, and thus Alice had to do it.
‘I’m already messagin
