As I leave, on my way through the lobby, I collect a copy of all the publicity brochures and leaflets lying around, strewn on coffee tables for any who pass; all the publicly available information the Haswell Corporation is putting out about itself. If she takes her information from those, then I can’t accidentally let slip anything confidential.
Returning to the beach house, I call, “I’m back.” But there’s no reply from Michael or Charlotte.
Mmm…. He’s had her to himself all day….
…. check the bedroom….
Still no sign of them.
Gone for a walk perhaps?
Outside, I have a long view up and down the beach, but I still don’t see them….
…. then I hear the sound, and it’s unmistakably the sound of Charlotte….
Charlotte having s*x….
I smile to myself….
…. I knew he’d have her somewhere….
