When twenty-three-year-old Konya Evans arrived at the offices of Standard Management Services in Cross Roads, the first man she met was Denver Tracey. She knew at once that he had affected her in some way. “Hi, I’m Konya Evans,” she introduced herself to the tall man. She judged his height to be about six feet, and he was about twenty-eight years of age. She hoped that he wasn’t married. She had to catch herself, such thoughts. He was dark in complexion, but very handsome, she had to admit. He had a low haircut and was clean shaven. It was early, about eight o’clock in the morning and the building seemed empty.“I’m here as a senior accounting clerk and relief telephone operator.”“I’m Denver Tracey and you’re the new employee, Peter told me about.”She nodded. She had done the interview for this job from the middle of January and here she was just landing it in February. “I’m going to get some breakfast at the canteen, won’t you come along?” “I don’t think so, I hardly know anyth