“Your wife, sir?” Andrew was puzzled by this strange man and his even stranger query, and he was by no means in the mood for riddles –what with Claire having arrived a while earlier for collecting her belongings– “You must be mistaken.” He said after a while, not letting his thoughts run too wild. “There’s no Mrs. Richardson working here.” In fact, no woman at all was working there, come to think of it! Claire would be starting her job at Williams’ in but a few days.
“That’s because she, hmm, apparently, she’s not using her real name,” was the man’s quizzical response. His voice, Andrew then noticed, betrayed a foreign accent, one which was not wholly unfamiliar to him.