""Oh, good morning Agent Cummings! Mr. Marchand would like to
speak to you." The normally sullen receptionist smiled brightly at
the handsome young agent.
""That's nice. I'll get around to it."
""Oh, but he said right away – just as soon as you arrive.
He's in the conference room right there." Mary pointed to the door
at her right.
"Carl gave a nonchalant smile and walked on. Who was George to
be telling him what to do?
"Ten minutes later, coffee cup in hand, he strolled past Mary
again, rewarded her with a smile, and opened the conference room
door without knocking."