7 SEPTEMBER 2017
Emily walked into the café in Kings Cross where she had agreed to meet Sarah. Emily spotted her at one of the window tables, bent over a laptop. At least she thought the woman was Sarah; Emily had never met her before. When Emily approached her, the woman looked up and gave her a beaming smile.
“Emily,” she said, got up and offered her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Emily liked her instantly. She thought Sarah was a little younger than she was despite holding a higher position in the company. She had dark hair and wore trendy, dark-framed glasses. She had such a pleasant demeanour that Emily found her worries falling off her shoulders.
“Let me get you a drink. What would you like?” Sarah beckoned for her to sit down.
A few minutes later, they sat at opposite sides of the
