She knocked on the door, waiting for a reply before entering.

"Ah, yes. Do come in." The Suit waved her into the room. "Tea?"

"Thank you, sir."

He poured a tea and paused.

"Just plain, sir." She replied, reaching for the cup.

He poured himself a cup, splash of milk but no sugar, then took his place behind the desk.

"I have a problem." The Suit pushed a folder across the table. "You have seen these?"

She opened the folder and perused the contents. "Yes, sir. I'm familiar. This has been quite an embarrassment to the Queen but it is a very profitable topic, Sir. I'm not certain there is anything we can do about it. I'm not aware of any law they have broken."

The Suit raised his hand. "You seem to have taken the wrong point. The Queen's embarrassment is not my concern. Even the truth would have been embarrassing."

"Even the truth, Sir? Are you saying these aren't true."

"Not entirely. And the false bits are slandering an innocent man. I want you to put a stop to it."

"How?"

"That is for you to decide." The Suit leaned forward. "Use your unique skills, my dear."

"Am I correct, Sir, in saying this is not an official situation?"

"No it is not. And it could be quite hazardous to your career so it is your choice to undertake it."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then things continue as they are. But if you do agree, I'll ensure you have whatever support you need. You have my word."

"May I have a few days to consider?"

"Of course."

"Then you will have my answer by week's end, Sir."

She nodded, picked up the folder and left.

As she left the building, her mobile rang.

"Stefan. What a pleasant surprise."

"I'm in town for the day, thought you could buy me a drink."

"Sorry Stef but I'm up to my eyebrows with work." She raised her hand to hail a cab. "Perhaps next time."

"Sure, love. Kiss Kiss."

She gave the driver the address and opened the file for a closer look. She realized only a few pages in that she would say yes. That wasn't the real question. It was how to sort out the facts and how to reveal them, how to get people to listen.

"The game," she muttered to herself, "is afoot."