ROBERT
“Excuse me, Mr. Bradley.” I raised a finger, stepping back from the estate manager I was talking to. I walked away, bringing the ringing phone to my ear.
“Any news, Natasha?” I queried sharply, not liking that her call interrupted a critical discussion.
“Good day to you, sir.”
“Good day, Natasha. Now get on with why you called. Is there anything important you want to tell me?” I interjected sharply, not wanting any of my time wasted. Luckily, she got the hint.
“No, not at all, sir. I wanted to let you know that I got your mail last night, and I don’t understand what you asked me to do. I mean I—”
“What don’t you understand?”
“You said I should… As you said, aren’t you coming back to New York in a week?”
Ignoring her last question, I said, “I told you to transfer most of the
