It took a long, long time for her to be able to even recall, let alone process the exact sequence of events, but she was fairly sure the nightmare had all started in the early hours of the morning as she sat in her office, bashing out the following day’s editorial. A knock on the door. Sir Gavin himself, dressed casually in a golfing jumper and trousers, like he’d unexpectedly been hauled off a golf course and reluctantly had to be dragged back into the office to deal with some emergency. Immediately an alarm bell rang in her head. What the hell was he doing here? He was rarely around in the mornings, was in fact famous for keeping as far from the building as possible until lunchtime at the earliest. Even more worrying; the T. Rexes had already had their weekly meeting/grilling/hauling over the coals with her the previous day, so why would he need to see her again so soon? And if he did want an emergency meeting with her, why not just call her and summon her up to the T. Rexes’ floor, like he normally would?
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