“YOU, TOO, CHARLES. And tell Imogen we were asking after her. Yes, of course, thanks for calling. I’ll get the contract sent over later today.”
Daniel Morgan replaced the handset and leaned back in his chair, stretched, then got to his feet. He retrieved his jacket from the coat stand in the corner of his office, pulled his mobile phone from his inside pocket and called his brother on speed dial.
“Hey, you ready for lunch?”
“Have you checked your email this morning? Office account.” Not the response Dan had expected.
“No? Why?”
“Just check it.” His brother ended the call.
Dan shrugged off his jacket and fired up his laptop, then opened his email account. It didn’t take him long to find the offending message. Incredulous, he read it twice, and was still digesting the contents when ano
