He had short, fashionably cropped brown hair, his chin showed a hint of stubble, and he was wearing a suit that must be expensive judging by how good it looked. For your ID. XXX He looked at Claire’s escort. ‘Then follow me.’
She led Claire down a series of sumptuous corridors and showed her into a large office where a handsome middle aged man sat behind a huge mahogany desk. ‘And I see they are. At the top it showed her named – Claire Morgan – but it had not one ID photo but three. ‘I’m Michael. But Claire’s mother didn’t follow politics and was set firmly in the belief that any organisation run by intelligent men would be a good and respectable place for a teen girl to be educated. At the top it showed her named – Claire Morgan – but it had not one
