Sitting in the Central Hotel, Alice wondered why she’d come to the staff Christmas lunch - smoked salmon, turkey and trimmings, Christmas pudding. She hadn’t worked out the order they’d come in yet.
The disco already in full flow, a slightly drunk-looking man with bad breath and a lascivious smile dragged her onto the dance floor: her boss. He placed his hands around her back – well, not really her back.
Pulling him close, Alice suddenly remembered why she’d come. Slipping the stiletto from her sleeve into her hand, she thought, “Nobody will suspect me. They think I only use guns...”
The disco already in full flow, a slightly drunk-looking man with bad breath and a lascivious smile dragged her onto the dance floor: her boss. He placed his hands around her back – well, not really her back.
Pulling him close, Alice suddenly remembered why she’d come. Slipping the stiletto from her sleeve into her hand, she thought, “Nobody will suspect me. They think I only use guns...”
