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“You are so bloody childish, Tara” said Star. She slammed her cup of coffee on the desk so that it slopped over the sides.  “Damn,” she said, wiping it up with her sleeve.

“It was my idea and you’ve just taken over. The way you always do.”

“Your idea? What are you? Three years old?”

With dignity, Tara rose. She closed her laptop, straightened it on the desk so it ran parallel to the sides, and, using a cloth made for that very purpose, dusted it. “I’m going out for some fresh air. ”

“Well you won’t find it round here. It’s worse than China they said on the news today. Oh, OKAY, Tara. DON’T GO. The business was your idea and I promise I won’t treat you like a secretary. Happy?”

Tara smiled sweetly. “That’s all I need to hear.” She rubbed her hands together. “Right, time to find Uncle Basil. Last night I had a dream…”

“Ooooh, do tell, Was Mr Sexy voice in it?”

“No, but Uncle Basil was. And he said, cold snap and falling reptiles.”

Star furrowed her brow. “Okay, well … we shouldn’t discount anything at this stage.”

“It’s bound to be a clue. Speaking of secretaries … I have a niece, Rosamund. She a bit rough around the edges but I’m sure she could answer phones and make our coffee.”

“Great idea, Tara! As usual. Get her to come in and do a trial.”