Terry sighed. This day was a little more busy than he had intended.
He didn't realise it wasn't over yet.
"Is this seat taken?" a female voice said to him.
Terry looked up, Another woman? What was he, a doctor, with a queue for consultations?
"I don't know you," he said, looking around, wondering if anyone was watching.
"I am Elizabeth Verdana," she told him, sitting down and pushing a cup of coffee towards him. She had been carrying two.
She said: "You don't know me, but I know you. Your friend Mickey has spoke highly of you, many times."
"You know Mickey?"
"I work for him."
"At Corsh?"
"I am his Personal Assistant."
"Then you must be - "
"Most people call me Betty," she agreed.
Terry sipped the coffee. It was exactly the way he liked it. Betty, eh? She was very efficient. Mi
