I stalked into the outer office. Miss Jones still hadn’t arrived at work. It wasearly, but I knew Mr. Vincent’s secretary was almost always there before him. Methodically, I went through Miss Jones’s desk, finally finding what I was looking for by sheer blind luck. She had a floppy disk in the case that held blank CDs. I went back into my office and inserted it into my computer.
I stared at the screen in shock. Fucking hell in a handcart. This was notgood. How had she managed to get a copy of that file? I took the disk out and headed for Mr. Vincent’s office, not even bothering to clear it with his inestimable Ms. Parker.
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I was disappointed I wouldn’t be the one to discover who had Miss Jones in his pocket, but there just wasn’t enough time.
Mr. Vincent had a job for me, and after clearing off my desk, I needed to get home, pack the work clothes and tools I would need for this job, and get to the airport.