Dark Eyes of London by Philip Cox

Author:Philip Cox [Cox, Philip]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery, Suspense, Thriller
ISBN: 9781482329360
Amazon: B007JMWBM2
Barnesnoble: B007JMWBM2
Goodreads: 18161831
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2012-03-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sebastian Fleming was in a bad mood. Not that he was ever in a particularly good mood; but today was even worse. He made his journey into work without saying a word to John. He slammed the BMW door shut and stormed into the building. When he got to the floor where the CitiMarket offices were, he walked briskly to his office. Carol looked up from her desk as he marched past.

‘Good morning, Mr Fleming,’ she said, beginning to stand up. Ignoring her, he went into his office and slammed the door shut. Carol raised her eyebrows and carried on with what she was going.

Inside his office, Fleming took off his overcoat and threw it over the coat stand. Paced up and down a few times, then left the office and down the corridor where the main office was situated. He stood at the end of the corridor and gazed over the desks. One desk in particular was empty. His glance caught Gerald sitting in the conference room to the side of the office area. Gerald was on a landline phone. Fleming strode over to the conference room. There were a dozen or so staff working at the time; as Fleming made his way across the office, they all stopped work and watched. Gerald looked up from his call and saw Fleming coming over.

‘I’ll have to call you back. Sorry,’ he said, and hung up. ‘Good morning, Mr Fleming.’

Fleming did not respond. He merely pushed the conference room door shut behind him. ‘Where’s that Spicer girl?’ he snapped at Gerald.

Gerald was taken aback.

‘Amy? She - she must be late today. She’s not arrived yet. Hasn’t called in sick or anything.’

‘Yet,’ muttered Fleming, more to himself than to Gerald.

‘Yet?’ asked Gerald. He was getting confused.

‘I want you to tell me immediately she arrives, or calls in. Do you understand?’

‘Yes sir, I will,’ said Gerald, getting flustered.

Fleming turned and left the room. He turned round in the doorway. ‘Immediately,’ he repeated.

‘Yes, Mr Fleming, I will,’ Gerald said, but Fleming was already striding across the office and back to his own room. Frowning, Gerald got up and walked out to a young man working on a keyboard. The young man looked up.

‘You haven’t heard anything from Amy Spicer, have you?’ Gerald asked.

The young man shook his head. ‘No, I haven’t. She’s not shown up yet. Maybe there’s been a problem on the tube.’

‘Maybe,’ said Gerald, absent-mindedly. ‘Let me know as soon as you hear anything about her. Anything. Mr Fleming wants to know.’

‘Right you are, Gerald,’ said the young man, returning to his keyboard.

‘Okay,’ said Gerald. ‘We’ll start the team meeting in five minutes.’

He wandered back to the conference room, staring over at Amy’s empty desk and over to the corridor leading to Fleming’s office.

Fleming returned to his room, closing the door, behind him. He paced over to his desk. Sat down and pressed a button on his desk intercom.

‘Yes Mr Fleming, sir,’ came Carol’s voice.

‘Get hold of Ashley Merchant,’ Fleming said. ‘Tell her I want to see her now.

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