“Get Out of There”

The three lieutenants – the rower, the techie and teflon man – all gone. An atmosphere of fear pervaded the first floor offices as Lady M stalked the corridors to find out who knew what about the illegal transfer of funds. Her job was to identify any whistle-blowers and fix the problem for the ever-impatient MacCawdor.

Sue called in the interns for a meeting when MacCawdor complained of poor feedback from the team-building events. The Commander got wind of “concerns” about “amateurs” and serious wastes of professionals’ time. MacCawdor asked Lady M to investigate. The first floor corridor of St. Angela’s buzzed feverishly with rumours.

Drip, drip, drip. The poisoner did her job. She added to the menacing atmosphere by having tea and chats with the top executives’ PAs and secretaries about the terrible state of things and the unspecified “concerns”. I felt the heat of the spotlight on me; I felt fear. Continue reading →