Chapter 2
The following day on his way to work Julian said “good morning” to Lucy, who smiled, as she always did, as though she held a secret she was bursting to tell. He said “good morning” to Alastair and admired the man’s muscles, something he never tired of doing. He said a dozen more “good mornings” before he finally arrived at his desk and sat down. He’d barely had a chance to switch on his monitor when a man with thick-rimmed glasses and a sour expression approached his desk.
“Julian James? 41329?”
The man was standing with his legs perfectly straight and slightly apart. His hands were clasped behind his back. There was nothing warm about him.
“Yes,” Julian replied.
“Come with me.”
Julian glanced at the monitor then stood.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
The man marched down
