“Oh, wait. Here.” She proffered the wine glass, still brimming with ruby liquid. Seren gratefully drank it down. “Better?” She nodded. The gir... kissed Seren on the cheek. “Let your instincts take over,” she smiled before scuttling off along the hallway and disappearing into a room on the left. Alone, Seren stood on trembling legs, listening to the party and watching shadows cavorting past the doorway. Waltzing into that room had seemed plausible when climbing the stairs, but now… let her. His smile was less immediate. He was taut, something she had never seen before. Sally was right. He was tired.She caught Melanie's eye at the end of the meeting."What's on your mind Megan?" The boss. Sally drew my attention to it. He's tired, over-tired. She's trying to enlist Mr Hackforth's support to get him to take a break because she knows he'll shrug off anything she says, talking about their honeymoon in January." Good for her! I thought myself that he wasn't quite his usual self this. “No, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”Jo blushed and smiled. “Check your phone. It was beeping, too.”I picked it up and scrolled through the messages and missed calls. “Chris, Amy, and Bob. I’ll call them later.”“They’re your managers?”“Yes. Well, Amy is my financial person, not a property manager. I need to introduce you to them. Can we do that today?”“They’ll probably say I’m a kid,” Jo sighed.“You’re my wife, and they may as well start getting used to it.”We finished our. “I suspect she’s too half-dead to give you any more problems.”Gina had come up beside me and pointed the camera down at Marlene. She was passed out, covered in blood, had very clearly pissed herself and her hands hung at strange angles.I crouched down into the shot and smiled at the camera with some obvious effort. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? This is Marlene Garrett. She invited sixty girls she was friends with to a party one weekend, drugged them all out of their minds and then sold.