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Adam Forster placed his latte on his desk, removed his jacket and sat down. He looked around; John Windsor and Mitch’s offices were empty, Nick and Ellen were out but at the far end of the office, another group of employees was hard at it. He logged into the computer and checked his emails. For a moment he sat back and drummed his fingers, then leaned forward, logged into another screen and opened his personal emails. Six emails; one from his lawyer and none from her. He opened the lawyer’s email and clicked on the attachment. It was official, he was divorced.
Adam sighed and logged out. His wife, no, as of yesterday ex-wife, was really gone from his life. He rubbed his hands over his face. He hadn’t told Mitch he was married when they were on the UK mission together, no need to: they
