Winfred

63

Official Report

British Intelligence

Code: 3986

Kathleen Winfred

I went back to working in Von Steubon's office, but the amount of time I spent there only decreased as time went on.

The two of us seemed entirely unable to get along anymore. If not for the fact that I still received letters from Virginia, I think I might have grown entirely to despise him.

Our relationship now consisted mainly of curt interactions and glaring back and forth. He did not talk to me unless he had to, and I did not talk to him, likewise, unless it was necessary. When I returned his book, he simply took it, not even offering to let me borrow another. I did not ask for one; I simply left the office.

I was looking more and more forward to becoming a woman's guard and entirely leaving Von Steubon's office behind.

Pirot gave me more and more duties, building up towards allowing me to have full guard's rights and duties.

Finally, one day, Pirot told me that my training was complete and I could assume my duties as a guard.

I went to Von Steubon's office for one last day at work as his secretary.

He came back after his lunch, his hat in his hand and his jacket over his arm.

He stopped in front of my desk for a few brief moments. "This is your last day here then?" he said, stiffly.

I nodded, frowning.

He nodded as well. "Take caution," he said. "You must not let the prisoners know who you really are." His voice held a note of warning, and I felt that he was referring to Matthew.

"Of course," I said, firmly, meeting his eyes. "I wouldn't."

His brow furrowed, but he nodded, before going on into his office.

I could not help but feel as though I were leaving something behind as I picked up the few things I had down here in the office and left the room, leaving my desk bare.