Chapter 60

WTF Creative Management, Cadogan Square,

Knightsbridge, London, UK

Amy hovered over her desk, packing up to go home. She didn’t think the day would ever end. The last of her team had already abandoned her. The empty office, apart from her boss in the boardroom on a conference call to the States, carried an uneasiness with all the doors locked.

She stacked empty coffee mugs and drinking glasses she’d gathered from desks, and carried them to the kitchen. The last person to leave at night was responsible for running the dishwasher. Company rules.

She groaned at the lunch debris her lazy co-workers left in the sink and begrudgingly layered the dishwasher racks with their dirty items. Finished, she snapped the machine’s door into its locked position and switched it on.

Staring out the kitchen window, she listened to the machine’s gurgling and thought of James.