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him again on Friday. I found him quite charming – not difficult, as Justin Temperley had suggested. On my arrival back at the office, I wanted to type up my notes whilst they were fresh in my head. Besides, most of the office worked on until seven on a Wednesday. Claire was inquisitive and wanted to know how the interview had gone. She jokingly said that I had a new admirer in the form of an old gentleman. I knew, though, that if she met George, she would see that he seemed to be a very charming, kind and endearing man, who unfortunately, I suspected, was a little bit lonely.

Chapter Three

    It was a long day at work on Thursday, and a frustrating one again with regards to research. Everything that George had told me about the previous owners of Northfield led to very little reference from the library, or online. By the time I arrived home, I was somewhat deflated. My enthusiasm for the story was there, but I couldn’t get my teeth into it any further without other documented history to follow up.
    I dropped my bag by the island in the kitchen and immediately went to the fridge. A glass of rosé had the ability to give an immediate ‘pick me up’ at times like these. John arrived home about thirty minutes after me; his day, by all accounts, had not been much better. We both had a glass of wine, and then John moved into the office whilst he continued working on an important business deal. I proceeded to buy Chinese food; I was not in the frame of mind for cooking!
    I slept well, woke early and showered, changed and had breakfast. I took it upon myself to take a bottle of wine for the dinner tonight, so I placed one in my bag whilst I was thinking about it. When John walked into the kitchen, looking like he hadn’t slept very much, I poured him a coffee and then reminded him of my dinner date.
    â€œSo I could be a little late back tonight. Don’t forget I have a business dinner!” I reminded him.
    â€œAh yes. With the mad, lonely old man, at the big creepy old house!” he sarcastically replied. He took a sip from his coffee and then looked at me. “I can’t say that I’m happy about this, but I trust your judgement on the situation. Let me know when you’re on your way back. I also have to stay on at work tonight for a meeting, so I may not get back until late either,” he confirmed.
    â€œAlright, I will. Please don’t worry; he is honestly harmless!” I tried to reassure him. He simply nodded in agreement with my statement, grabbed his things, quickly kissed me on the cheek and then made his exit to work.
    My tube ride into work was, as usual, hot, busy and crowded and resulted in me getting a slight headache, but I was nevertheless slightly distracted by the theatre posters, which always made me think of a colourful, magical and alternative life to my own. I made sure that during the day I gathered together all the pictures, drawings and research I had accumulated to date. I wanted to check that what I had was correct in reference, and I knew that George would have knowledge on this. By the time it got to two o’clock, I had a brief meeting with Angela, my editor, on what I was working on, and to let her know where I was going.
    â€œWell there’s one thing, Kat, if this George does turn out to be slightly mad and he locks you up in the house with him for eternity, we will still have a story to write about!” she laughed.
    â€œVery funny, you’re starting to sound like John!” I remarked.
    â€œNo, seriously just be careful, you never know. I’m sure he will be a wealth of knowledge and I agree it does sound like there is a story there. I know had it been my story Kat, I’d be doing exactly the same thing!” she replied. I smiled.
    â€œWell, I will let you know how it has gone after the weekend!” I then told her.
    â€œYep, Monday morning’s meeting should be interesting!” she smiled. “Off you go