It was quarter past five when the last staff member left Isobel’s office. Radagast walked out of his office and took a relaxed stance inside his doorframe, when Sybil looked around the corner, not knowing he was there.
“I did tell you not to mess with Isobel.” His voice made her jump. She pulled her dress back into place and walked back into her office. He followed her. “Is Emma’s car outside?” His hawk-eyes inspected every move she made while she avoided his gaze.
“Yes, sir, Black Toyota Carola Hybrid, just like we always order.” She sounded a bit offish. Almost as if she was upset. He wondered why?
“And her credit cards?” He watched her body language closely.
“They will be delivered first thing in the morning. Miss Isobel had book shopping for them from ten am.” She was not giving aw
