The tiger ripped off its head to reveal the flushed face of a young woman whose hair was dyed almost as orange as the suit she was wearing. “I’m so sorry, Mr Monkton!” she gabbled. “I didn’t mean to scare you! Are you all right?” Faces had begun to appear at the basement windows, peering up at their boss in astonishment, and Mum and Becca were staring at him with their mouths open. “Where did you get that?” April demanded. Her hands had bunched into fists and for a second I thought she might actually hit the girl. The tiger-lady pulled at her fur. “This? It was on my desk. There was a memo attached. I thought you…” April interrupted her roughly. “For pity’s sake, Zara, haven’t you got anything better to do than fool around in fancy dress? Go and get changed.” April moved away, steering Mr Monkton down the stairs to the basement offices. Graham and I were left standing beside Zara. “But I haven’t got anything better to do,” she told us forlornly. “I’m supposed to keep the kids happy.
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