I walk faster than I intended towards the desk of his secretary; Pam.
“Afternoon Pam. I am here to see Damien.”
“Oh, hello Dr. Ericson.” The petite and polite older secretary addresses me. “I did not know you had an appointment with Mr. Cole this afternoon.” She said flicking through her computer.
Pam had always been nice to me. She reminded me of a grandmother figure and was a very efficient secretary. Despite her age, she worked late hours if required, even twelve-hour days. I wonder if she has any idea about Damien’s illegal work. There must be employees who know everything, or have some idea at least and just turn the other cheek. I hope that Pam is not one of them. But she is his personal secretary, how could she not? The instant I think of that I realize that there is s
