The rest of the firm was preparing for the big night’s entertainment – an evening of dinner, drinking and karaoke in the barn. No-one asked me if I was looking forward to it. Surely they must all know by now that this type of thing is worse than hell to me. In the attic a man held me at gunpoint but a colleague snuck up and disarmed him. Then they walked away together, joking.

When I heard that AL, a former director of the firm, was attending the party and had ‘prepared a Doctor Who medley’, I decided to run away.