I woke at dawn.I got up, washed, had breakfast, then went out to buy a new phone.That afternoon, I drove to The Highgate Sanctuary.Portia was already waiting for me at the practice range. She wore an oversized cream cashmere jumper, slung loosely over tiny designer silk shorts that looked like pyjamas but cost more than a small car.She looked me up and down with a sigh of disappointment. ‘You know, you might as well wear a sack. It has the same effect.’I shrugged. ‘I’m here for a job interview.’I didn’t see a problem with my outfit. I had opted for a classic, fitted look that was appropriate for the environment while remaining formal: tailored navy chinos, a crisp, pale-blue polo shirt tucked in neatly, and a lightweight Barbour-style quilted jacket. My hair was in a high ponytail, my makeup a natural, no-makeup look. I thought I looked smart, presentable, and perfectly fine.‘But darling, men are visual creatures,’ Portia insisted.I disagreed. ‘If Lochlan Hastings just wanted t
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