She walked around the corner and the dilapidated sign
creaked in the wind. Baines, Bowes and Brammall – she sighed. She really didn’t
want to do this but it was easy money and very soon it would be hers. Sign the papers.
Make the call and take the money.
Usually, this wouldn’t have bothered her. She pulled scams
all the time but today she was weary and wary. She would earn a few thousand
for her time – Patrick had made it clear that it was just a commercial deal, a
financial agreement – just business. But he hadn’t thought the business would
be concluded quite so soon, she was sure. Unless …. unless, he had contrived it
that way. And the timing was perfect.
She shook off the feeling. Pressed the old well-worn brass
bell. Welcome to Dickensian England.
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