The Principle Of Chance M Howson

Amy paced up and down the room answering Frank’s questions. She stopped by a desk noticing a large envelope on the carpet. She picked it up to place it on the desk.
  ‘Perfect, I will sign them later and they can be distributed.’  Frank said, satisfied that Amy had done an excellent job; he knew she would.
  ‘This was on the carpet Frank.’ Amy offered Frank the large envelope.
  ‘The damn envelope!’ Frank swore aloud, but it was too late; he watched its contents tumble out in front of him onto the carpet.
  ‘Oh I am sorry! Let me pick these up.’
  ‘No, don't!’ He shouted, but Amy’s photos were already scattered around on the carpet.
Amy saw the agony in Frank’s eyes. What had happened to Frank to burst out like that? As she followed his gaze, she saw the photos, - of herself.
  ‘You do want to explain Frank, why you have an envelope full of my photos?’ She said with a cold tone as she picked up a photo.. ‘This is my dad!’
  ‘It isn’t what you think Amy!’ He said taking a deep breath. ‘It’s even worse!’
  ‘What? I don’t understand? Did you hire a detective to get the lowdown on me, and my family?’
  ‘Yes, I did! I am sorry. Let me explain!’ Frank was fully prepared for Amy to run out of the room, but she sat down, folding her arms across her chest.
  ‘I am listening Frank!’