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George furiously polished the bonnet of one of the cars out in the yard. His guts were twisting in knots as he considered how to ask Bridges for some time off. His manager had to know the request was coming but he wasn’t making things easy. Bridges hadn’t mentioned the flight at all.
George actually wondered if he might be better off resigning altogether. When the crew arrived back in New Zealand aboard the monoplane, chances were very good they’d be able to start a new business in transportation between Australia and New Zealand. He bloody hoped so. Selling cars was all well and good, but there was certainly nowhere to move up the career ladder.
‘Hello there, you look very busy. Do you think I could have a moment of your time?’
George straightened and turned around. Doris stood smi
