Chapter 10
There was a brief tap at my office door before Sally poked her head round it.
“Got a minute?”
“Sure, come in.” I gestured to one of my guest chairs.
I’d read that for a personal conversation—I was assuming Sally was seeing me on a personal matter—it was best not to have a desk separating us. So I got up, walked round my desk, and took the other chair.
“How are you today?”
Sally shook her head. “I’ve been better.”
I put on a sympathetic face and gave her the space to talk.
“Would it be all right if I had a few days off?”
“I can’t see why not. Sandra should be able to cope, and I can always lend a hand if necessary.”
She nodded.
“Hang on, I’ll get the leave book.” I stood and retrieved the ledger from my desk drawer. Leafing through it I found Sally’s page. “You have
