PART 2 OF 11
THE PLATE OF FRUIT
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Sir, she said. Would you like some fruit?
Victor moved in front of her, putting his shoulder between the plate and the gap in the bars.
Grace, are you out of your mind? Mr Whitmore's instructions on security are absolute. No vagrants. No solicitors. If the estate manager sees this you'll be fired before lunch.
Grace looked past him.