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Mike sat in his spacious new office in the tall HSBC Tower, staring out of the panoramic window, at Canary Wharf and the rest of the Isle of Dogs. The company's main offices had only recently relocated to this prestigious site in the London docklands area. He was in a pensive mood, the fingers of both hands pressed together forming a peak. The notorious Arnie Sidebottom had been arrested by the metropolitan police, and was currently languishing in a cell somewhere, awaiting trial on charges of attempted murder, accessory to murder, blackmail, rape, drug peddling, and a whole host of minor offences, too numerous to mention. His two muscular goons, and various other employees, had also been detained on a range of charges, varying from murder to illegal parking! Alicia's drug rehabilitation program was coming along nicely, and she was due to be discharged from hospital, in a little over a week's time. After considerable cajoling, she had finally agreed to come and stay with Angelica and himself, in his new spacious apartment, at least until she was fully recovered. Angelica seemed to have taken quite a shine to her!
"It will be interesting to see how our 'menage a trois' works out, after that?" he mused, with a rye chuckle. "We will have to find Alicia a more respectable line of work though," he reminded himself. "Walking the streets, is no longer a suitable occupation for someone who associates with a man in my elevated position!"
Mike had come up in the world, of late! The publicity over the Sidebottom case (thank God the finer details hadn't become common knowledge), had pleased the directors of the major insurance company that he worked for, and he had been promoted to Chief Insurance Assessor, with a bigger company car, and a significant pay rise, and an office in their headquarters building. This was only his second day in the new job, which mainly involved overseeing the work of the army of assessors working for the company, and helping to ensure the overall financial viability of the firm.
There was a polite knock on the office door, bringing him out of his reverie.
"Come in!" he called out, swinging his feet down off his desktop, sitting up and straightening his tie.
The door swung inward, and Mrs. Simpson, the grey-haired, head secretary walked in. She peered at him, over the tops of her pince-nez, almost smiling, for once. Mr. O'Reilly had become quite a celebrity of late, what with him breaking up that major drug peddling ring, vertially all by himself. She was seeing him in a whole new light! "Your new secretary has arrived, Sir!" she announced, wishing that people would keep her fully informed about any personnel changes. "Shall I send her in?"
