CHARLOTTE
My Master's phone rings. He pulls it from a pocket glancing at the screen and raises brows, looking surprised.
"Yes, James Alexanders? Oh, hello Fiona, what can I do for you?"
He listens for a moment, then frowns. "I thought I'd paid all those.... What's the reference?" Flipping open his laptop, he taps at the keyboard then peers at the screen. "Ummm.... No, I don't seem to have that one. What was it for? Oh, right, yes, no problem. Can you e-mail it across. That's right, yes. No, I'll pay it now while you're on."
He snaps fingers at me, pointing over at his jacket... "Charlotte, my wallet."
Pulling out the wallet, I open it to take out his card, holding it up for a second for him to see.
"Yes, that one."
Passing the card to him, I leave him reeling off a number into his
