The Windows Above Sydney Harbour Thumb-sized boats chug along against a blue backdrop, leaving white streamers in their wake. Closer, the sloped peaks of the opera house are framed by a different blue background, the sky. This view is one that Trevor Bailey had tired of long ago. He’d had this office for almost five years, and was beginning to wish for a different view of Sydney Harbour. He needed to look at it from a fresh perspective. The promotion and subsequent raise that would also come with this new office would also be nice. “Daddy, look!” Trevor looked up from his computer, over to one of the windows, to the panel of glass that provided the best view of the water, least obstructed by the other high rise buildings. It was where Trevor’s three-year-old son, Ben, liked to sit and watch the boats every time he came to the office. Unbeknownst to those boaters in the harbour, they were babysitting Ben Bailey free of charge. The only downside to this was that Ben wanted his father to look at every single boat. This was the fourth time in ten minutes that Ben had found a boat he wanted Trevor to see. Trevor turned away from his computer screen to look at his son. Ben was perched lopsided on his knees, floppy brown curls flying away from his forehead in a nestlike array. In one hand he was clutching a red toy car (he currently had an obsession with anything that could go fast) and his other hand was splayed against the glass, no doubt leaving a handprint. There would be several of those by the end of the day. Once Ben had Trevor’s eye contact, he repeated. “Daddy, look!” Trevor nodded and smiled. “I see it, Ben. I see it.” “Look!” With a sigh, Trevor looked back at his computer. He supposed the emails could wait, just for a few moments. It was Isabel’s weekend with Ben, so this afternoon would be the last chance Trevor would have to spend time with his son for the next few days. Trevor got up and walked towards the window, crouching beside his son. “Where is it?” he asked, trying his best to match Ben’s enthusiasm. “Which boat is it?”
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