I wander listlessly around the club, picking my nails and watching the floor without much interest. Angst is my new current mood, and I find breathing hard with the weight that has settled on my chest. The hours have been dragging so slowly that it feels like time has stopped, and I’m obsessively clock-watching like a freak. My mind is unable to stay with my task at hand.

‘Miss Camilla … Camilla?’ Jackson is following me again, and I look at him as though he has two heads, ...