Chapter 19

Donald reached over to the intercom and buzzed Sally. “Sally, could you re-schedule John Blake for a Monday morning meeting at…say…eight-thirty?”

“Yes, Boss, and by the way, thanks for the chocolates. Makeup chocolates taste sooooo good.” Donald laughed.

“I’ll try not to shout at you, Sally.”

“Boss, you have been trying not to shout at me for fifteen years. Besides, I would miss my monthly allotment of guilt chocolate. I’ll call John Blake and set up the meeting. Do you need anything else?”

“There will be, but that is all for the moment. Thanks Sally.”

“I live to serve, Boss.”

“Right…” Donald said as he shut off the intercom.