Chapter 23

I’d forgotten I was Harry’s boss. “Well, whenever you need your leave chit signing, just bring it to me.”

Harry laughed. “I would anyway, you’re the only one who can sign off on leave requests.”

“You knew what I meant. If ever I can be of help to you at work, let me know.”

“Thanks, Simon, I will.”

The auctioneers would hold my car for a few days until the cheque cleared. I’d booked in for a couple of refresher driving lessons. Hopefully by the end of the week I would feel confident enough to drive my car home. Harry offered to bring me back to the car auctions on Friday so I wouldn’t have to take the bus.

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The week went by quickly; I was coming to terms with the new job; it was very different from my old post. The biggest downside was not interacting with the public as much. I’d thought of a few good ideas to help liven things up—I’d mentioned these in my interview—and they seemed to be well received.