10.18 a.m. Tessa saw it all

There was a right old commotion going on in the Square, but I didn't hear much of it. I was busy. I had advertising accounts to service and staff to manage. And besides, my office faced the building's inner well; all I could see were other offices and heating ducts.

Tessa, one of my executives, came rushing into my office from her own, which overlooked the Square. She was in a panic and in tears. She wasn't prone to histrionics; she was tough.

"I've just seen someone shot in the square," she cried.

My disbelief became shock. Tessa wouldn't lie...