"Oh, I forgot the financial report, Miss Stone," Lot exclaimed. He seemed harassed while he took the sheaf of paper from her desk. "Will you be so kind to get the folder for me? I left it at the reception!"
"Of course, Sir Lot," Dara replied steadily. "Are you alright, sir?" she asked the man.
I--yes, yes! I'm alright, Miss Stone! Thank you! I'll call the reception now!" Mr. Lot was visibly shaking when he picked up the receiver.
Dara frowned but did not mention what she noticed. When she got in this morning, Mr. Lot was already distracted.
'Sir Lot must have heard from Gav Ackers!' she assumed accurately. 'And he had received several instructions at once!'
Dara was busy thinking about her own problems while inside the elevator. She did not see the group of women when she got out.
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