7
BRAD
Accessory Two waited for me in the underground car park. He reminded me of an otherworldly creature who spent his life in darkness.
‘I’ll take the notebook,’ he said, stepping forward to prevent me from entering the elevator lobby. ‘Mr Culley does not need to see you.’
‘Is that right?’ I smirked. ‘Then in that case, I don’t have the notebook.’
Shock swam over Accessory Two’s face. He didn’t know how to respond to the obstacle I’d thrown in his path.
‘You’d better call Mr Culley, because I am not handing over the notebook to anyone but him.’
Accessory Two took his mobile out of his pocket, shook his head when there was no service, and put it back in its place. ‘All right then. Follow me.’
‘Seriously! I know my way to my father’s office, you moron.’
‘I don’t care. Follow me.
