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Chapter 14
Not a great success… Stanton’s files then. Look them over… … while I work on my interview technique. But where? Somewhere private. A bar? Too public. And I need somewhere to spread out. A desk. Somewhere to file. Maybe a display board. Rent an office? Then it strikes me… Nothing like missing the blindingly f*****g obvious… ***** At the Haswell offices, I stroll through acres of brassy, glassy bling and into the public foyer, to be met by a face I know well. “Good morning, Kirstie.” A microsecond of blank expression washes away like rain under a windscreen wiper. “Larry?” Then she breaks into a smile. “What can I do for you? Charlotte’s not here that I’m aware of.” “Thank you, Kirstie, but I’m not here to see my daughter. I was hoping to have a word with Haswell.” That blank
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