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reply. Of course, she didn’t know that Eva was now shuffling around the city with no arms, no heartbeat, and utterly incapable of using a phone, let alone comprehending what one was.
    Sighing with exasperation, Caterina got up, flicked her phone off, and went to find Jillian, who was in her office with Tom, going over health and safety rules. Caterina approached the office, knocked lightly, and walked in.
    “ Caterina, can this wait? I’m just in the middle of something with Tom,” said Jillian offering her a fake smile, looking at the fat lump in her doorway. If she was fat now, Lord help her when she was heavily pregnant. Jillian had to fight the urge to punch Caterina in the face; she was the most selfish person she had the misfortune to work with.
    “No , it can’t wait. I’m sick. I need to go,” said Caterina bluntly. She made no effort to pretend to be sick, but stood in the doorway with her hands on her considerable hips. Tom raised his eyebrows but said nothing. ‘Don’t make waves on your first day,’ his father had taught him. It was one of the rare pieces of good advice he had actually been given by his father.
    “Sorry , Tom” said Jillian. “What’s wrong, Cat’?” Jillian knew that Caterina wasn’t sick and was using her pregnancy to get out of work. It was a game they played more and more frequently of late.
    “Baby stuff innit.” Caterina stood her ground, not moving from the doorway, not breaking eye contact with Jillian, and not prepared to lose the game this time. She knew that she would win; Jillian had the backbone of a jellyfish.
    “Fine,” said Jillian , ”just let me know later if you’re not going to be in tomorrow, please.”
    Caterina flashed Jillian a sickly smile and walked away.
    “Baby stuff , eh?” said Tom breaking the silence.
    “Yeah , she’s about four months gone. Look, Tom, some advice.” Jillian sat back in her chair. “I shouldn’t say this, but I know your father, so I think I can trust you. If you want to get on here and make something of yourself, you can, but don’t mix with the likes of her. She’ll just bring you down. There are some good eggs out there on the floor, but...well, mostly, they’re rotten.”
    Tom was surprised at her honesty. He wasn’t so surprised that she knew his father. Tom knew he had pulled some strings to get him in.
    “Well, yeah, I’m just here to get on with the job really,” said Tom , not even knowing what the job was.
    “Right, well let’s get this finished and then we’ll get you out on the floor.” Jillian shuffled in her seat and pointed back to the computer. A series of short raps came from the door and Jillian sighed.
    “ Caterina, I’m busy, I told you...”
    “Sorry , Jillian, it’s me.” Tom saw an old man’s face appear through the door and wondered who else was suffering from a case of skive-itus.
    “Morning , Jackson, sorry, what can I help you with?” said Jillian.
    Jackson Miller was the company’s longest standing employee. He had been here before Jillian had started and had seen a lot of people come and go in his time. He was unofficially second in command. Jillian wasn’t permitted to employ any supervisors, but could rely on Jackson to keep things in order when she wasn’t around. So she knew he wouldn’t come and see her unless it was important.
    “Sorry Jill, it’s just that Caterina’s causing a bit of trouble. She said she was going home because there’s some problems outside. She heard it from some friend apparently.” Jackson stopped, seemingly unable to decide how to continue.
    “And?” said Jill. Today , evidently, was not going to be a simple one. She rifled her fingers through a wave of dark hair.
    “Well , that got everyone checking their phones and it sounds like she’s telling the truth. Kyle said his brother’s been calling him and left a dozen messages telling him to leave the office - that it’s not safe here. Benzo’s on the phone to his father as we