The snappy reply caught him almost off guard, "Yes Sir. What time would you have me here? Five tomorrow morning?"
Samson groaned at the mention, shaking his head 'no' he tried to be as reconciliatory as possible while not having the faintest clue of what the correct answer should have been, "I don't know. Let's try eight and see how that works out."
"But Sir, you will be here before me. You've been in by six every day of the week since you took residence in this office fourteen days ago."
Samson grudgingly admired the fellow's attention to detail and enthusiasm, but it was sort of like staring into the sun from a very near orbital. "Well that's sort of the point. You work faster than me and I need the time to catch up, so there's no point abusing you by keeping you sitting here at
