My Master pulls up outside and I rush out to meet him, Michael following in my wake.
“Master! How are you?"
“I´m good Charlotte. Glad to be back here again with you both."
He hugs me and swings me around, kissing me soundly, but I notice his eyes lock briefly with Michael´s. Is it my imagination? Michael gives him the smallest of headshakes, all but invisible.
We go back inside, my Master´s arm around my waist from one side, Michael´s from the other.
“How was your trip?" asks Michael.
“Very successful: much more so than I expected."
“They´ve extended your contract?"
“Better than that. I´ve been offered a directorship. Apparently, this first phase was a practice run for me, while they weighed me up. Haswell wants me to take charge of the project."
“That´s great, James. I... assume
