“Well, that’s all accounted for – all £20,000,” said the manager two hours later with great satisfaction, leaning back in his chair. “Now I can tell you my own good news… Stringer, you’re not listening.”
Alastair reluctantly tore his gaze away from the pile of money. “Sorry, sir,” he mumbled. “You were saying?”
Morrissey straightened his tie and tried to tuck his stomach in. “You are looking at the new Assistant General Manager.”
“No! The call wasn’t a fake then?” He stopped, confused, then battled on. “I mean… you really did get a new appointment?”
“I did, indeed. It was all confirmed only half an hour ago.” He blinked. “D’you know, I can hardly believe it.”
“Well,” said Alastair weakly. “I’m sure you deserve it.”
“And what is more, I owe it all to you,” Morrissey said, prodding Ala
