Karen Hardy a woman of 58, is sitting at her desk staring at a blank word document. She has short red hair, light green envious eyes, her wrinkles grow tighter as she grips her coffee mug. Her iphone vibrates vigorously on the table. She looks down. Gary Atkinson. Her personal assistant. Confused, she stares at his name. Why is he calling me? She thinks to herself. Gary never calls her unless there is an emergency.
Seconds later, she realises she must answer it.
"Gary?" she asks sounding confused.
"Karen - I am so, so sorry" Gary says on the other line.
"What is it?"
"The girl, she has escaped" anger drives over Karen's brain, her eyes lighten up and she drops the mug and coffee spills all over. "Karen?"
"The girl has - "
"I heard that bit! Where are you?"
"I'm at the lab, things happened and I was called down"
"Nobody move, I'm coming" Karen hangs up the phone, walks out the office and slams the door behind her.