Chapter Seven
One day Marcus got an email. It said simply: ‘I am very much drawn to the services which you provide. But I am a student and have no money. Is it possible that you might need an assistant sometime to help you with a client? In return might you be willing to give me payment in kind?’
A photograph was attached. It showed a young girl with dark shoulder-length hair. Her face was pretty, with small, neat features. The eyes were large and brown, slightly anxious perhaps, but trusting. Marcus found the face very appealing, but his first instinct was to refuse the offer. He had so far avoided such complications. Using George as an assistant had been different. George wasn’t asking for any kind of ongoing relationship with him, and such s****l satisfaction as he received had come f
