Spotlights lit up the white ten-storey building, accentuating its classic, elegant lines. Jessica clutched her bag tighter as Lyndon guided her through a side door and into a private elevator. Did he already know she was here to spy? Stop freaking out. &n...
Jessica barged into the ticket barrier, which failed to open as she swiped her Oyster card. Great. It was malfunctioning. She’d topped up her card with thirty pounds shortly before the job at the Shard and had been placed under house arrest by Mattie for the last five days, so she obviously had m...