Although it was winter and there was not much light filtering through the skylights, the company archive area was well lit as Suzanne made her way along the main walkway, looking this way and that for inspiration as to a place to stop off for her end-of-day pee. Needless to say, she was bursting, having filled her bladder over the course of the last hour. The attic smelled faintly of roses, the cleaning spray that the gir...