<div class="floatright">(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110115/21/4d32800cec820.jpg)</div><strong>Henry</strong><br/><br/>“Mr Marrow?” A polite, professional male voice intoned, so smoothly it almost sounded inhuman. “My name is John Trellis, I am happy to inform you that the automated solar screens you ordered are ready for installation. When would be a suitable time for our staff to visit, Sir?”<br/><br/>A moment later his door bell rang. If Henry peeked through the spyglass he’d see the familiar figure of Daniela waiting with unruffled patience just outside. She looked as stunning as ever, dressed to kill in a tailored business suit of dove grey and black stiletto heels. A Louis Vuitton briefcase rested snug between her hip and her bend arm.<br/><br/><br/>