“The website has closed - so we can assume that the webmaster of the site did not want the information to come out,” added Christine.
“The webmaster is Mom - once I get to her we’ll know more,” Anna breezed, watching Beaumont’s face twist into a depiction of rage.
“You cannot be planning to take this any further?” he snapped.
Anna glanced at Christine who gave a subliminal flick of an eyebrow in her direction.
“Let’s button up for now. I’ve got a meeting with the minister about illegal meat imports - foot and mouth and fascinating things you don’t want to know about dried elephant flesh. The three of us will meet in your office at 11am Beaumont.”
With that the meeting was over and Anna scrambled away to her own territory. Judy slumped down at her desk.
“There’ll be tears before bed t
