Michael
There’s a knock at my office door. “Boss, there’s someone here to see you.”
I look up from where I am working my way through the book-keeper’s notes on the monthly accounts for the Centre. It’s a job I detest, but when you run your own business….
“Who is it?”
“That friend of yours, the dark-haired guy; James is it?”
“Tell him I’m busy.”
Sandy looks doubtful, but turns and walks out. “Okay, Boss.”
Two minutes later she’s back. “Um, he says that, um, you’re not busy and he wants to speak with you.”
not “Sandy, I said, I’m busy. I don’t want to speak with him.”
saidShe gives me a hard look then turns and exits again.
I’m being unfair, putting her as piggy-in-the-middle….
A minute later, she’s back. “Michael, he says he’s going nowhere until he’s spoken with you. He says he’
