He packed his brief case and went through to see his secretary. Much to her amazement he told her he was leaving the office for the day.
She looked at her watch. It was only three-thirty. He had left early yesterday to take his son to his mother's home. But he had marked it in his diary several weeks ago and had given her specific instructions Thursday afternoon must remain free. This was so spontaneous, it very unlike Mr Roberts. Still it was not her place to question her boss. “Goodbye, sir, have a nice weekend.”
“Thank you, Miss Anderson.” He smiled. “I think you might as well take the rest of the afternoon off, next week we may be rather busy. Goodbye.”
“Thank you,” called out Miss Anderson, but she wasn't sure he heard. He was already halfway down the stairs.
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