Chapter 37
He managed to finish the
first draft by lunchtime and took it to the typing pool. Because
the paper was destined for the leader’s office, he marked the
typing as urgent. “Which means I should get it back by the end of
next week,” he grumbled as he dropped it in the tray. He then
headed directly for the staff dining room for much-needed
sustenance.
Sandy was there munching
on her celery as usual. Paul, who didn’t mind the occasional salad,
would never indulge himself in front of her, however. He enjoyed
the look of disapproval he always got when he put his plate of meat
on the table.
“I was reading a report
the other day that said eating beef causes male fertility to
decrease.”
“That’s all right, I
wasn’t planning on having any kids.”
Paul began hacking at his
dinner; the chef had overcooked the roast. Paul thought back to the
roast dinners Trevor prepared at weekends. The meat almost fell off
the bones it was so tender.
Thinking about his former