Enter accounts

The accounts office is open plan, with low-level cubicles separating each workstation.

It looks as if all the accounts department are in a meeting at the moment.

As you turn to leave the office, you catch a movement out of the corner of your eye. You turn and look in the direction of the movement.

You see a pretty, petite brunette, called Alison. She is always running late, and from the flustered look on her face today is no exception. She is frantically searching in her cubicle for something.