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Monday at last. I woke up at five thirty. Work started at seven. I couldn't be late the first day.

I brushed my teeth, shaved my beard and lil mustache off a little, took a shower and got ready. I wore a grey suit. I sprayed some perfume, combed and arranged my hair before going downstairs.

I served myself an espresso and sat down to drink. I thought. Would I be meeting Heather? Would she recognise me? Because so far, none of them had recognised me.

Just thinking of her made me nervous. I hadn't been nervous in a long time. The Heather I saw on those pictures was...