‘We’ve all seen how honest and transparent big business is, right? And tech can’t be mishandled at all? Right? Right?’

He sat forward in his chair and this time successfully grabbed Delores’s hand as she walked past him. He swung her to face him, her belt jangling.

‘If we own the tech, we own the choice of what to do with it. Or what not to do.’

For a moment Delores’s face softened as if she might let him pull her into his lap where the two of them could sit entwined, while they figured it all out. Then she pulled her hand away.

‘But we don’t have a choice, do we? We’ve gone way past the point of having a choice. We’re broke. We have no more money to do this on our own. And … I don’t want to do this on my own anymore; it’s too big for us. What you’ve created, we can’t cope with that by ourselves. Not even the great Moses Ing could, even if that guy existed anymore. If you don’t want it to get into anyone else’s hands, well then – there’s a solution, isn’t there? Just stop.’

Moses slumped back into his chair. ‘Stop?’ Disbelief made his voice crack. ‘But, I’m so close, I can’t just stop …’

Her eyes burned into his. ‘All you are is a name now, Moses. You’ve spent all your money, called in all your favours … There’s nothing left. And, fool that I am, I’ve let you drag me down with you.’

Moses put his head into his hands, but Delores wasn’t finished.

‘I didn’t come back here today to rehash this argument. You know how I feel. Sell it to Aspire. Nothing you’ve said today has changed my mind.’

She crossed her arms again but this time she held her elbows, like she was trying to get warm, or stop her body from splitting in half.

Thea glanced at the apartment behind him. It didn’t look quite the same as it had done in the previous video. Before it had been neat and ordered; now there were clothes strewn over the chairs, one of the tastefully coloured rugs was half kicked up and there were pizza boxes and cans on the big glass coffee table. Had Delores left him because of this?

Delores picked up the bag, walked out of view, and in a few seconds, Thea heard a door slam.

Moses stayed sat in his chair for a while, head bowed, long enough for Thea to hover the cursor over the stop button. But then he turned suddenly and faced the camera, looking into it like it was a friend who understood, expectant almost, waiting for whoever was watching to give him the answer he so craved.

Today, he was wearing a Superman T-shirt.