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Olivia

Breathing a sigh of relief, I swipedfrom the floor under my desk and headed out of the office As ital ht et out of there As it was Friday, almost everyone had left the office, desperate to start the weekend, even my workaholic boss, Ethan Barrett On a normal workday, I was out the door as soon as it hit 5:00 pm, but I’d promised a client I would have their new socialin tier than anticipated

My phone rang as I made my way down the corridor towards the lift, and I pulled it out of nised number flashed up on the display

“Hello?” Fully expecting a teleer poised, ready to end the call

“Liv It’s Ethan”

“Uh, hi”

“Are you still at work, by any chance?” My boss’s voice was harried

“Yes, just leaving now Why?”

“Could you do e favour? I left the files for the Rockford project in the conference room, and I need the them on your way out, I’m at the pub on the corner by your bus stop”

“Sure, no proble on my heel, back into the office, I headed into the conference roohts

“There should be a silver USB stick with Barrett London engraved on it, on the table or so in the far corner by the projector screen”

“Hang on I’ll have a look Want me to phone you back when I’ve found it?”

“No, it’s okay Just coet there and I’ll come out and meet you My phone’s out of battery”

“Okay”

“Thanks, Olivia I appreciate it” He ended the call, and I hurried over to the huge ash wood conference table

“Where are you?” I muttered

The table was bare I scanned the roo down to peer under the table, and spied a flash of silver out of the corner of my eye

“There you are” I grinned in triued to snag the USB drive

Out on the busy London streets, engulfed in the noise of honking horns and chattering pedestrians, I called the number back

“Yes?” a low, roaned

Luke Davenport Client account ue and self-appointed rival

Great

“Davenport? Is that you?”