The office is a mess of paperwork and coffee-ringed desks. I am scruffy because I’m a bit behind on the laundry (my clothes are clean, they’re just not my smartest), my feet are up (on a desktop unit) and I’m watching Eastenders.
‘bing’ (security door sound when opened)
“who could this be at this time” I wonder (not out loud)
It’s the boss. The big cheese. The MD.
Turns out he was just wondering about the testing that was done earlier today. I wasn’t realy involved, I tell him, but I understand it was successful. He’s ok with this and leaves. He’s a pleasant man but he’s the flippin MD of the company.