"Oh - um - yeah," Charlie said. "Half a moment and I'll print one off - or have you got one there, Andy?"
Andy was clicking busily away, her cursor swoping across the screen, and the printer under the desk purred and spat out two sheets of A4. She stapled them together and folded them and slid them into an envelope.
"There," she said to Jo. "If you could let us have the names, business addresses and phone numbers of a couple of referees we'd be greateful."