Clan Corporate
“Miriam asked in a dangerous voice.
The man in the swivel chair turned round slowly and stared at her with expressionless eyes. “Running it,” he said slowly.
“Ah. I see.”
The office was cramped, a row of high stools perched in front of the wooden angled desks that formed one wall: they were the only occupants. Miriam had just stepped through the front door, not even bothering to go check on the lab. She’d meant to hang her coat up first, then go find Roger or the rest of the lab team before chasing up the paperwork and calling on her solicitor and then on Sir Alfred Durant, her largest customer. Instead of which- “Morgan, isn’t it? Just who told you you were running the show?”
Morgan leaned back in his swivel chair. “The thin white duke.” He smiled lazily. She’d met Morgan before: a strong right hand, basically, but not the sharpest tool in the box when it came to general management.
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