An Enquiry (2)
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He spent the next hour analysing the short request to be
added to someone’s professional network. The writer had let the standard text
at the start, but after that they seemed to have effort into writing the
request. They had certainly read what was available on his various on-line
profiles, and had read several blog entries. They referred to him by name “James
Gray”, starting with “Mr Gray”, but using other variations in an intelligent
way. They knew what his interests were.
The writer was someone called Anastasia Litvenyenko.
Researching her on-line was not difficult, but it didn’t yield as much
information as he hoped. She was the personal assistant to someone called
Gustaf Medinger and was based in North London. There wasn’t really mention of a
“company” and it wasn’t clear what business Litvenyenko and Medinger were
involved in. Medinger’s profile talked about “technology” but in a round-about
way, hinting about computer systems, chemicals and bio-technology. There were
certainly interesting people but what did they really do? That wasn’t clear at
all. It certainly wasn’t clear what they wanted, except that they thought they
had “a proposition which will interest you”. Jim continued to be enticed and
even intrigued.
Having done the research, writing the response was relatively
easy. For the most part Jim simply answered a few questions and expressed a
willingness to communicate with either Litvenyenko or Medinger. When he was
finished, he read through what he had written. He thought about “sleeping on it”
and then decided that it was better to reply immediately. The mouse pointer
hovered over the send button for a moment and there it was gone! Congratulating
himself on completing the task, and, reminding himself that he would probably
never hear from either of these strange sounding characters again, Jim shut
down his laptop, dropped his mobile phone into his jacket pocket and went out
for a walk. The clock said the time was after midday, the sun was over the
yardarm, so he was going to drop in at the pub.
(Part
of the “Tyson” project: 3rd January 2017 – 340 words)
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