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bed, made some tea and read the message again. It was still there, she hadn't been dreaming.
    Who sent it... Tavis, Katherine, the drunk woman? It couldn't be the Lord or Lady, she figured, as they belonged to the pre-internet era. Maybe it was Nick himself she considered, maybe some kind of joke. Or someone else from the company she had yet to meet.
    She returned to bed and turned her radio to the World Service but barely listened. Her mind was busy wondering not only who sent the text but why it was sent and, perhaps most importantly, why she should be wary of Nick Hensen.

Chapter three : Checking on Nick and a guy in the bar
    The doorbell rang at 8.15 am. The Sunday Times being too big to fit through the letter box, Alex regularly tipped the paper boy to signal to her when he had dropped it outside.
    She got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee and toast. Her first thought was that she felt quite hungover, her second was the message from the night before.
    Pouring the coffee, she decided that telling Nick about the text would be a mistake since the sender might be genuinely trying to warn her about something. Telling him might even even put her contract at risk. But what might the 'something' be?
    She sipped coffee as she went to the front door to collect the newspaper. "Bankers face new government inquiry," the headline ran. Oh joy, she thought.
    Back in the bedroom, she ate the toast, dropping crumbs on the white cotton sheets, and read the paper, quickly giving up the news section for fashion. What to wear for my meeting with Nick, even if he is a man who needs treating with caution, she wondered.
    Then, after considering an expensive Burberry dress, she grabbed her laptop to Google Nick Hensen and find out what she could. Curiosity killed the cat, she worried.
    She already knew he was not married. Someone at the pitch for her contract had described him as "Britain's most eligible bachelor".
    Under Personal Life in Wikipedia, Alex read:
    He stated in an interview with the Financial Times that he and a former partner, the dancer Claire Westwood, had a daughter named Chloe who died when she was just six days old in 2005.
    His relationship with Ms Westwood, now married to John Evans, the lead singer of rock band Hounded, ended one year later.
    Hensen has been linked with several celebrities in tabloid newspapers, including the English film star Jennifer Hutton and the Swedish singer Annalina Engman, but has never married.
    In The Sunday Times Rich List Hensen was ranked as the 41st wealthiest man in Britain with a fortune of £505 million. Wow, she thought.
    She almost pressed the back button to look for more on him but instead clicked the 'X' on her browser window and returned to the fashion in the paper. Buffeting around in the back of her mind, was the reason she quit the search - that she was scared of what she might find.
    It's the internet. Anyone can write anything about anyone, she decided. Best to find out in real life.
    Then, having looked at a picture of a Jimmy Choo handbag at nearly a month's salary of what she was paying herself - she had another change of mind. She called one of her three employees, computer geek, Adrian Wilson.
    "Ade, sorry to trouble you on a Sunday, and this early too, but I need a favour."
    "Go on," he grumbled having been awoken by her call.
    "I've got a meeting with Nick Hensen in the week about that contract we won. I know it is not really in your remit but would you mind digging up some stuff on him, so that...you know...I don't look too much out my depth?"
    He turned in his bed. "What time is it... yeah, no probs...I've got a program for that, people search, bios, newspaper comments, recent news, Facebook, Twitter, all social networks...it'll grab everything in a few minutes.
    "I'll have something on your desk tomorrow."
    "Oh, OK, thanks," she said. "I didn't realise it was that easy. Ade, I'll see you tomorrow. It's nine by the way. Time you were up."
    "Cheers Alex,"