Chapter 36The week dragged on and on and Angela was beginning to hate the office with its characterless décor and sixties style furniture. She was sick of pushing paper and staring at a computer screen.
“Murphy, my office,” Frank yelled.
Angela sighed stood up and ambled to his office, “What can I do for you, Boss?” she asked and attempted a smile which was more of a grimace.
“Jack Dobson's been in an accident, he's in hospital. I want you to go home now and get some rest then come back in to cover his shift. You don't need to start bang on three but I'd appreciate it if you could try to get here as close to it.”
“But Boss it's already ten o'clock, the best I can hope for is four hours sleep,” Angela protested.
“Do you think I don't know that? I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't desperate.
