The mine inspector’s face was hard, his jaw was set, and his eyes were on fire.
When he had come up, just minutes ago, he had approached her desk, slouched, with his hands in front of his large frame. Head, chest, and shoulders, all down.
Now, he strode out of the Lord’s office with his head and eyes up, facing forward. His broad chest was pushed out, and his broad shoulders were pulled back.
The secretary took three steps backward as the inspector exited her boss’ office.
She watched him in silence as he headed to the stairwell.
She almost called out to him, to let him know that the elevators were further down; she was not sure whether he was in his right mind.
She had heard the slap from outside. It was not the first time her boss had struck someone. And usually, it took fifteen mi
