I want to ask Margaret about this morning when I arrived at work. She was very aggressive, her attitude so different to how she’s been since. Although I don’t want to risk imperilling the closeness we now seem to have, I need to know.
“You were very angry with me this morning,” I start, speaking with caution.
“Yes, I was, and you want to know why, don’t you?” she says.
“I do,” I answer, trepidation showing in my voice.
“I suppose you deserve an explanation. I believe you have real talent. It was me who recruited you.” She can see I look puzzled. “Yes, Stuart was the one who carried out the interview and the formalities, but it was me who picked you out. There were other candidates who had more experience, but I convinced him to go with you. What’s more, you didn’t let me down. Your per
