She felt back in his dream, slapped and shocked, a victim of her emotions. She poured herself a whisky, breaking another of her little rules, and walked to the window as her mind spun. Andrew, why hadn’t she fired him? And Maria, what had she done to risk a visit from Mr Paul? She came here as a guest, her guest, and now she was potentially in danger.
Finishing the drink quickly, she placed the glass down with a bang and moved to her desk, sitting heavily as she pushed the intercom.
‘Sarah? Get me the file on Maria Roman. And a copy of her visual records.’
Leaning back, she remembered Andrew’s visit that had caused this and the striptease he had illicitly viewed. She knew how Mr Steele would react to this tape and it made her skin crawl.
Ellen considered the news she had shared. A hype
