When Lek and Craig eventually got to bed that night, she couldn’t sleep – a rare occurrence for her. She hadn’t told him any more than that she had been out for a meal with a colleague to discuss a project they were both involved with – the road, which he knew about and had even seen. It didn’t disturb her that she hadn’t told him the ‘whole truth’ either, but she was perturbed nevertheless.
She was no longer a councillor, and she didn’t feel like an Orbortor, a financial controller, she felt like a Mata Hari and that bothered her. She wondered whether men would use her techniques to uncover corrupt women. Probably, she reckoned, if women ever had an equal say, but would they draw the line where she had, or would they push the advantage for the notch on the bedpost?
The difference, and
