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Chapter 15
My intercom buzzes. “Yes, Francis?” “I have Kirstie on, sir. She says there’s a Mr Waterman downstairs, asking to see you.” “Waterman? Larry Waterman?” “That’s right, sir.” “What on earth’s he doing here?” “She doesn’t say, sir. “Tell him to come up.” Lydia’s head pops up from somewhere behind a tray of filing. “He’s coming here? What does he want?” here?Francis’ tone is prim. “I don’t know, Lydia and it’s none of your business.” ***** Klempner steps out of the elevator with that air he has of owning everything around him. “Larry, what can I do for you?” His reply is cut short as Lydia charges at him, cup and saucer in hand, wearing an expression of vapid adoration. “I made you a coffee.” “Lydia!” Francis snaps the words. “You do not interrupt Mr Haswell when he’s speaking.”
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