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It was Tuesday, and that meant Deborah would be in, a chance to catch up on the paperwork – especially the paying of the bills which seemed never-ending. Curtis Charles couldn’t afford a full-time secretary, and, as he hated Mondays and rarely crawled out of bed until after midday, employing Deborah twice a week suited them both. She picked up the post and answered any e-mails. On Fridays, she did the same, only in reverse. On both days, she stayed in the office until noon. But not today. She had waited past her usual finish time for Curtis to return.
“And?” she asked, almost as soon as he came through the office door.
He hoped the broadness of his smile gave her the answer she wanted. “It’s all good,” he said when she remained impassive. Forever the ice-maiden.
“That would be a cha
