CHAPTER 19
Reuben phoned Joe at six forty-five. ‘I’m sorry to let you down again, but this gastric bug’s come back.’
He steeled himself for Joe’s outburst. It didn’t happen – just a noisy sigh like an elephant farting. ‘Boy, you’re not worth wasting my breath on. Just be here at seven am, sharp, tomorrow.’
Reuben didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed that he hadn’t been fired. It would be just like Joe not to fire him because he knew that was what Reuben was secretly hoping for. Not that he was going out of his way to be fired, but if he was, he wouldn’t be beating down the door begging for his job back.
New Wave Productions was also in Spring Hill, a couple of blocks from Pizzazz, on the ground floor of a towering concrete and glass building. The receptionist’s generous s
