Chapter Twenty-Four
Matilda (secretary)
Mrs. Dalton is out of the office. A lengthy trial has begun and though that makes things rather quiet for me, I must remain on call in case newly edited documents need to be rushed to the court house.
Meanwhile the interoffice messenger delivers what is obviously a card. It’s my birthday. Someone has remembered.
I open it. Mrs. Dalton has remembered!
It bestows standard wishes on my twenty-seventh. Then in her impressive calligraphy there is a note on the bottom.
‘Matilda...Sorry I cannot join you in celebrating, but if you log onto constancia.org at 9:00 p.m. this evening, I have arranged for special entertainment. Use the code number 4527. Enjoy, Mrs. D.’
Well, not as exciting as last year when she took me to an S&M club and we watched a rat
