Twenty Six
“It had to come out eventually.” — Francesca BoyleIsaac was not in the habit of parking in the visitor spaces at Dakin Boyle. He had learned long ago, by way of a stern lecture on the topic from Millie, that the term “visitor” was applied only to people who were going to pay money to the company, not to people who were being paid by the company.
But today Isaac was in no mood for the subtle courtesies of commerce. He swung the Audi into the visitor’s parking space nearest the entrance, then opened the door and stepped out of the car in one movement. He glanced at his watch — 4:00pm. d**k will still be here, Isaac thought to himself. He took the four steps up to the doorway in two bounds and walked through the automatic doors, which had barely opened wide enough for him to fit
