34‘G’day, Dr Williams.’
‘Morning, Vincent. How are things with you?’
Vince rubbed his unshaven jaw and looked at the screen. ‘In deep s**t, if you really want to know.’
‘I understand this legal action is going ahead.’
‘That’s not the half of it. Your mates on the Board plan to crucify me altogether.’
Myf nodded, seeming uncharacteristically devoid of a response.
‘Weird thing is,’ he said, looking around his ramshackle kitchen, ‘last time around, I’d mucked up. Good and proper. This time I’ve done the right thing and I’m copping it in the neck.’
‘It’s crucial that you have appropriate legal representation, Vincent,’ said Myf. ‘Then you must let them do their jobs. And even if the Board strikes you off, you’ll be able to reapply for registration.’
Vince laughed. ‘Pigs might fly. If I
