Redman and Jesse spent the next several minutes chasing the man in the bowler hat, but we don’t really need to know the details of that. Suffice it to say that they eventually cornered him between several filing cabinets.
“There’s nowhere to run, Director,” said Jesse, panting for breath.
The Director stood tall, despite his attempt to flee. He didn’t look the least bit tired, stroking his fancy moustache. “It looks like you’re right, my boy. I really didn’t want to do this now, but I suppose you win. Let’s open the negotiations at—”
Jesse shook his head. “No, that’s not why I’m here. I brought you one of Gideon’s would-be victims. Saved him from falling into that snake’s trap. Thought you’d want to speak with him.”
“Oh,” the Director said, looking across at Redman. “I thought this fellow was your muscle. Well, we can discuss your allowance another time, then. Yes, very well, let’s go somewhere a bit more private.”
The Director rapped his knuckles on the closest filing cabinet, labelled: Buyer’s Advocate Business for properties in Melbourne. Redman found himself briefly wondering where the Sandringham based in New Adelaide would be, as the eccentric director walked off, Jesse following.
They weaved through the ridiculous number of filing cabinets, passing a couple of buyer’s advocates who were carrying big piles of documents. As they tried to make room through the narrow walkway, Redman accidentally bumped one of them, spilling documents onto the floor.
Immediately, he dropped to his knees and began to pick up the documents. His hands fell on one that was open, which had in big letters ‘Top Secret! Show only to a buyer’s agent based near Brighton East!’ With Jesse and the Director facing the other way and the buyer’s agent too focused on picking up papers, Redman had a quick flick through the restricted document.
He did not like what he found. Not one bit.