It’s like pistols at dawn without the pistols and I’ve (somehow) managed to resist murdering him until noon. I’ve not got a candlestick either but Professor Plum is very much here in the office.

By the Photocopier.

I hold the stapler up. Weighing it in my left hand then offer to staple his agenda, whilst keeping mine hidden in my top drawer.

I run through the items on my desk, assessing suitabilty whilst trying to remember how much air is in the safe after it shuts. We’re working late tonight. Just me and him.

It could look like an accident.


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