condensed master

Will Bonner
Brenner, why is it that I have the feeling that I'm being manipulated?"
"I guess that's a reciprocal feeling until we know where we both stand and that
won't happen in one meeting."
"Are you suggesting that we meet again, soon I hope?"
"Yes, I've learned enough to warrant carrying on. Perhaps one evening at your
hideaway."
"How soon?"
"I'm a member of the Institute of Recording Engineers and their meetings are
held in the city. I go straight from work and get home late. The next meeting is on
Monday, but I don't have to attend. You could pick me up at 4.30 p.m. outside
the factory and then take me home afterwards."
"That's excellent, hopefully we can get things sorted out at that time."
Will got out and waited until Margaret's car was out of sight, everything had
been easy going. Too easy going, and an element of suspicion crept into his
thinking. Driving back up the hill he pulled off the side of the road and into the
trees where he could get a good view of the car-park below. Expecting to see
another car appear that perhaps may have been monitoring the meeting, he waited
for at least fifteen to twenty minutes, but nothing happened. Perhaps his suspicions
were unfounded, but he would have to try and strike a balance between
cautiousness and paranoia.
Will sat in the lounge-room looking across at Dorothy, a mixture of thoughts
circulating in his head. There's got to come a time one day, when she would start
to get suspicious about his comings and goings. He was so engrossed in his
thoughts that he didn't notice that she had raised her head and was looking back
at him. "What are you staring at me for Will?"
"I didn't realize I was staring, honestly. I was just engrossed in my own
thoughts." Yes, there would probably come that day and he would have to cope
with it at the time.
It was always good to be at home for the whole weekend and this one was no
exception. They would do their shopping locally, on Saturday morning and pick
up a box of apples from the orchard at the bottom of the hill. Then for the rest of
the weekend work around the house and garden, there was always plenty to do.
It was a respite from the battles at the factory during the week.
Leaving work on Monday afternoon Will looked for Margaret's sports car, but
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