Page 19 of Glow
Scott stood up and saluted her. “There’s only one man for the job.”
The day wore on at a snail’s pace. Scott had eaten two chocolate bars and was contemplating a third when an email appeared in his inbox.
The subject line screamed at him.
Re: Theft
After glancing around to make sure no one overlooked his screen, Scott clicked on it. The sender was Prin Lum. Scott quickly checked the global address list. Prin worked in the IT department.
All remnants of the hangover were swept away as Scott sat bolt upright.
Have they found something on the CCTV?
He flicked over to the email and read.
Scott
I think I might have some information about the missing stock. I won’t talk about it in the office. Meet me at Koffee in town 4pm.
Regards
Prin
Scott stared at his screen. He read the email over again. This guy had watched one too many detective movies.
Still, what if he did have something important? Scott knew his own nosy nature wouldn’t let him be until he gave in. Besides it was a decent excuse for an early dart. If he played his cards right, he could be at home in his joggers way before five.
He got up and walked over to Carla’s desk.
“Can I have a word?”
“Sure. In private?”
Scott nodded.
Sheila watched them intently.
If I’m suspecting bloody Sheila, I’m finally losing it.
He shook the stupid thoughts out of his mind. Wordlessly, Carla led him into one of the meeting rooms and closed the door.
“The dildos?” she asked, folding her arms. “I’ve been thinking. I’m not sure we should have gone public, you know. It’s all I’ve heard about since you talked me into it.”
“Such a lack of faith wounds me,” Scott replied, clutching his chest. “For your information, I’ve had a weird email from a guy in IT. He won’t talk to me here. I’m expected to meet him at a coffee shop in town.”
Carla’s eyes flashed. “Ooh, a lead.”
How quickly she could flip.
“Perhaps,” Scott replied. “Or he wants to get me alone. Either is entirely possible.”
“Will you be wearing a red carnation in your lapel?”
“It’s quite exciting, isn’t it?”
“You’d better go. What if he knows something really juicy?”
Scott chewed his bottom lip. “I guess. It’s a bit odd, isn’t it? Shit like this doesn’t happen in real life.”
