Greetings, comrade Olga. This is comrade Annastasia reporting to update you on recent developments.
I am delighted to confirm that our plan to infiltrate the car door design team office has been successful. I commence my duties as temporary Personal Assistant to Mike Simpkins and his team - Paul, Elaine, Harry, Pete and Geoff - on Tuesday 9th April. You would have been proud of my disguise at the interview - tastefully highlighted blonde hair drawn up into a neat bun, rimless designer glasses, smart grey suit with skirt just above the knee, crisp white shirt (just the right amount of buttons undone) and elegant black patent court shoes. They were bowled over and couldn't wait to offer me the position. Nice chap, Mike - wonder how he'll react when I mysteriously disappear after the glorious 9th?
As it will be my first day at work, naturally I will have to shadow one of the employees to find out how the department runs (any guesses who I'll choose?) and therefore will be perfectly placed to observe Mr Clarke's every move until you, Mark and Svetlana arrive.
After you arrive, I will whip off my glasses, unpin my hair and let it tumble down around my shoulders, then assist you to whisk Paul off to the waiting Pop Idol bus.
Farewell for now, comrade Olga - our destiny is in your hands.
