A few days later, another meeting and again, Charlotte is called in as secretary.
And once more after the meeting, while I talk with Haswell, I see her out in reception with the same man, he wearing an unattractive smirk, she angry and disturbed.
I don’t like the look of it. His expression is ugly, her reaction not good.
What the f**k is going on there?
Does she know him?
Haswell follows my gaze. He can see as well as I can that something is not right and he nods me out.
As I step into reception, the stranger sneers, offering me his hand. I don’t really want to take it, but good manners dictate….
“Ah, yes, you’d be James,” he says. “Yes, now I remember you too. Ned Jansen’s the name. Nice to meet you again.”
nowHe drops my hand and exits.
Charlotte’s expression is hard to read; s
