Don’t forget to breath Mr Waltham,” her voice was smooth and a tad deeper than I expected, yet it was almost intoxicating. “I don’t want you passing out on me in my office.” She was right – I’d been holding my breath, partly out of anticipation but mostly due to nerves.
“Thanks…I…” I struggled for the words. She smiled at me and gestured towards the clear jug of water on her desk.
“Would you like a drink Mr Waltham?” she asked. I nodded; taking advantage of the opportunity it presented me. “Then just take a deep breath – I can appreciate that this is an uncomfortable situation for you and I don’t want you to feel any more nervous than necessary.” Her smile was disarmingly comforting in a strange manner.
