COUNTER MEASURES
I watched as another song pounded out of the invisible music system, the dancers recommenced their war-dance and Kimberley looking every inch as uncomfortable as I did, squeezed her way into the room and was pointed in the direction of where I was standing.
I held a brandy and lemonade, newly-prepared, towards her.
“Is this okay for you,” I asked her.
Kimberley Ashlyn Gere gulped the drink thankfully, pausing for breath as I opened another bottle for myself.
“Thanks,” she said. “I needed that.”
“Bad day?”
“You could say that,” she replied. “Bloody continuous improvement forums. I just about made the last ferry across from the headland.”
“Right,” I said, taking her glass from her. “Would
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