‘I thought you were the duty manager?’
‘I am, but only on the banking floor, not up here in the executive offices.’
At that, Collingwood seized hold of the door, opened it and marched through, followed by Flanagan and Numbles, who practically fell over himself to get in front of Collingwood and bar his passage. An overweight grey haired man seated behind a wide empty desk sprang to his feet in indignation as Collingwood bore down on him.
‘You cannot just march in here unbidden, sir. I must insist you leave immediately. Numbles escort these … gentlemen out of the building and then report back here to me. I believe you have some explaining to do.’
‘Mister Numbles will do no such thing. You are Goodley, is that correct.’ Collingwood asked, glowering at him.
‘I am Goodley, yes and I insis
