Richard
“What the hell?” snarls James. “Fucking wilful, infuriating, stupid woman….”
Michael breaks in. “Wilful she may be. Infuriating she certainly is. But stupid she’s not. She’s obviously planned this, so perhaps we should start working around whatever it is she’s up to. Let’s do what she said and check our e-mails.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, James nods apologetically. “You’re right.…”
Michael turns to me. “Richard. Can I get online somewhere?”
“Let’s all go down to my office. We can see things more easily there.”
As we step out of the elevator, Francis stands, holding up her phone. “I’ve just had a message from Charlotte…”
“You and we all. Get hold of a laptop for Michael to use.”
*****
JAMES
Suppressing my impulse to scream with rage, I retrieve my laptop from my office next door then join Michael and Richard in his office. Francis appears moments later with her own machine for Michael.