Sensing that Nelly had tuned out, the male colleague next to her called, "Nelly?"
Nelly snapped to attention.
Her colleague smiled and said, "What were you thinking about? You we’re in a trance."
"Oh, it’s nothing." She scratched her ear in embarrassment. "I was just trying to recall why Mr. Gerrard looked so familiar."
"Mr. Gerrard has never been in the magazine or on the news. Mr. Johns is still above him. How could he steal the limelight?"
Nelly asked again, "Did he participate in any major projects before?"
"There’s Daly Bridge of Ring Road. It was famous, and it won an award too."
Nelly concentrated. Yes, it must have been him, Siomon Gerrard.
She smiled at him. "I might have mistaken him for someone else. Mr. Gerrard looked very kind."
"Yes, he has always been good to the pe
