The others were already there and Marcus introduced him to Jo. He’d noticed her as soon as he’d come in, his eyes drawn to the elfin face and long chestnut hair. She stood up and held out her hand. As he took it, he realised that she wasn’t quite so young as she’d seemed at first - something in her clear hazel eyes said they’d seen a lot. He put her at a tactful twenty-nine. “Do call me Jo.” Her voice was the essence of middle England, he thought – low, musical, well-spoken without being plummy. She was wearing jeans and a dark green top with a white T-shirt underneath. “Fraser,” he said. Marcus found him a seat and poured him some coffee. “I’m sorry I had to ring you at work yesterday,” he said, “But we had to get Jo’s interview organised as soon as possible.” “Not a problem”, Fraser assured him, then turned back to Jo. “I’ve brought you some articles by Philip Armitage - you can say they impressed you so much it made you want to work in the field.”
