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said ruffled. She stood up when he had screamed at her, as if she physically needed to step away from her desk. She threw her headset to the floor, distancing herself from the phone call as much as possible.
    “You al l right, Amber?” said Freddy from across the room.
    “Yeah, I’m a ll right, mate, just some weirdo. You get them now and again, eh?” she said, sitting back down. Freddy grunted and sat down, returning to his magazine, ‘Economic Times.’
    Amber scooped up her headset and reluctantly switched her phone back on , as the first dribble of workers came in; the rows of computers filled up and the noise increased as the office drones chatted amongst themselves. Amber shook her head.
    “Fucking dick . If that was a joke that was not funny.” Amber curled her blonde hair behind her ears and looked out of the window. She could not see far. Thick raindrops splattered against the window, hiding the foggy ground below. Amber shivered. The noise in the office was growing louder as squeaky chairs filled up with ample backsides: twenty, thirty, forty people. Idle chitchat about the rain intermingled with discussions about how the day would pan out: who would get the most investment, who would lose the most, and who would be first to tell Jillian to piss off. Within an hour, there would be exactly one hundred and seven people on floor sixteen. By the end of the day, exactly eighty nine of them would be dead.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Caterina was the first one to notice anything. Well, actually, Kyle McCarthy was, but he ignored the seventeen missed calls on his mobile as he was focussed on his targets for the day. Night-time was for playing, daytime was for working, that was Kyle’s motto. If Kyle had listened to any of his voicemails, he could have taken action and saved the lives of most of his colleagues, as well as himself. As he didn’t, he and his workmates would be very dead, very soon. Well, dead-ish.
    The morning passed as it usually did , with one majorly mind-numbing meeting, cups of tea, and several trips to the toilet. Caterina idly rubbed her belly, waiting for the next call, deciding if she should choose her baby’s name now, or wait until she was born. She had found out it was going to be a girl and was currently trying to choose between Kirsten and Kristen.
    A few minutes ago , she had been introduced to Tom, who was replacing Rob. She politely said hello, not really interested until she actually looked up at him and realised he was quite handsome. When Jillian led him away, Caterina got her phone out and was texting a friend about the new hot guy at work: Tom. After the baby was born, she would love to jump his bones, she told her friend, Eva. He’s got a cute face and nice hair. Usually, Eva texted straight back, but Caterina had been left waiting a whole nine minutes before she got a reply, which irked her. She had contemplated going to the toilet again, but Jillian would probably notice if she had her third break of the day before nine thirty: bitch.
    Eva had finally answered and said they had been evacuated and she was going home. Why, that’s not fair, texted Caterina. Don’t know why, texted Eva, something heavy going on, police everywhere, been told to go straight home. Wish I could go home, this place is shit, texted back Caterina.
    Her friend only worked in the office five minutes down the road. If Eva’s office was being evacuated, then surely Caterina’s had to be, too? She hatched a plan. If you wait for me, I’ll come with you - I’ll just tell the Queen B I’m not feeling well, she won’t say anything, she’s too scared, wait for me, yeah? texted Caterina. Another tiresome five minutes passed before she got a reply.
    No.
    That was all it said. Just one word. Caterina knew Eva could be a bit sharp sometimes, but that was definitely no way to treat a friend, especially a pregnant friend. No need to be so blunt - stop being a bitch and wait for me, she texted back. Caterina got no