Dear Dr Jackson, I am an unmarried scientist in my thirties, and although I have, in the past had a string of short term but intense romances, most of which have ended in disappointment. I now find myself attracted to my boss. He, however, seems to completely ignore my advances despite all my attempts. I find myself running after him, stealing surreptitious sips from his coffee, even batting my eyes…
Dear Dr Jackson, my boss is exhibiting worrying symptoms. We have enjoyed an excellent working relationship for all the time I have worked for him as assistant art director, but in the last few weeks he has begun to act in a most peculiar way, almost as if he is a completely different character. I heard him yesterday demanding that Mr Foster call him ‘sir’, and he has been ignoring…
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By: Colin M. Taylor (author) Forty thousand feet above the earth’s surface, Cloudbase, Headquarters of the Spectrum Organisation, navigation beacons glowing brightly, hovered effortlessly in the blue-black sky. The full moon shone down onto the the vast expanse of the flight deck and the trio of Angel aircraft clamped to it. The beauty of the night was lost on the figure gazing pensively through a porthole into the darkness outside….
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Chapter 6 – Wednesday afternoon ‘Call the commander.’ Paul Foster leaned over Keith Ford’s console. ‘He needs to get back here, as soon as possible.’ The Chief Communications Officer didn’t even acknowledge the order, his fingers even as Foster spoke activating the emergency call signal to Alec Freeman’s mobile. ‘Damn.’ Alec, his fingers on the neat package of photographs in his jacket pocket, pulled his hand free and grabbed his…