CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
George was met by a sympathetic team. One of the girls handed him a cup of tea and the biscuit tin as soon as he sat down on the corner of a desk. Mel gave him a hug.
“How are you doing? Silly question, I suppose.”
“I just feel overwhelmed, if I’m honest. I’ve never felt like this before but what with the guv’nor being gone, that was bad enough on its own, you know? I never thought someone would take him down. I always thought he would be here until the bitter end. I’ve even thought about his retirement party from time to time and imagined how many people would be there and knowing that I would want to pay tribute to him for how he has helped me and my career. I never got to tell him that.” George looked down into his hands he had clasped on his lap. “Then there was
